Battle of Grunwald / Žalgirio mūšis /Bitwa pod Grunwaldem (Power Metal)

A battlefield story in music – honoring the shared blood, banners and heroes of Poland and Lithuania.
Na cześć polsko-litewskiego braterstwa
Lenkų ir lietuvių brolybei – garbė


On a summer day of fire, armored riders thunder south.
They call it holy war…
We call it our home ground.

From the north came iron riders, banners black on fields of white,
Calling conquest “sacred duty”, marching in a stolen light.
Villages behind them burning, steel and ashes, screams and cries,
They believed that heaven blessed them, that no hand on earth would rise.

But the war-drum crossed the rivers, through the forest, field and grain,
“Call the banners, saddle horses – WE WILL NEVER BOW AGAIN!”
From the Eagle’s crowned kingdom, from the eastern forest line,
Two allied hosts ride together, hearts of iron, will of iron.

Raise up your eyes, see the line that we form,
Brothers in blood in the heart of the storm.
Oaths made of iron, no promise ignored,
TWO NATIONS – ONE SHIELD – ONE SWORD!

SIDE BY SIDE WE RIDE THIS GREEN FIELD
IRON HEARTS BEAT – WE WILL NEVER YIELD!
Side by side where the brave ones stand,
WHITE EAGLE FLAG, RED SHIELD RIDERS – GUARDIANS OF THIS LAND!
Guardians of this land…

ON THE GREEN FIELD OF BATTLE – UNDER BURNING SKY,
Steel and thunder as the arrows fly.
Hand in hand, in the fire we stay,
BROTHERS IN VICTORY, BROTHERS IN THE FRAY!

Light horse dances on the meadow, like a storm without a chain,
Strike and vanish, feigned retreating, drawing fury, feeding flame.
Knights in armor chase the shadows, blinded by fanatic pride,
Breaking ranks to hunt for glory, leaving gaps on every side.

Then the signal splits the thunder, spears shine through the battle haze,
All the riders wheel like lightning, crashing back in iron waves.
From the front the wall of metal, shields that NEVER step aside,
From the wings the hammer falls – THERE IS NOWHERE LEFT TO RIDE.

Stand in the breach, never fall, never run,
Brothers united beneath the same sun.
Every scar is a star on the shield that we hold,
EVERY LIFE, EVERY PROMISE – MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD!

SIDE BY SIDE WE RIDE THIS GREEN FIELD
IRON HEARTS BEAT – WE WILL NEVER YIELD!
Side by side where the brave ones stand,
WHITE EAGLE FLAG, RED SHIELD RIDERS – GUARDIANS OF THIS LAND!

ON THE GREEN FIELD OF BATTLE – UNDER BURNING SKY,
Steel and thunder as the arrows fly.
Hand in hand, in the fire we stay,
BROTHERS IN VICTORY, BROTHERS IN THE FRAY!

Here they stand – farmers, nobles, riders of the plain.
Different tongues… ONE VOW in every vein:
“NO MORE BURNING, NO MORE CHAINS,
NO MORE MASTERS ON OUR PLAINS!
IF WE FALL – WE FALL AS ONE,
IF WE STAND – THE WORLD IS WON!”

Voices rising through the thunder,
Arm in arm we hold the line.
Bound by honor, bound by promise,
In this hour, your fate is mine.

Should I fall, my brother shields me,
Should you bleed, I’ll shield you too.
In the fire of this morning
WE ARE FORGED FOREVER TRUE!
Forever true… forever true…

SIDE BY SIDE WE RIDE THIS GREEN FIELD
IRON HEARTS BEAT – WE WILL NEVER YIELD!
Side by side where the legends are born,
FROM OUR UNITY A NEW WORLD IS TORN!

ON THE GREEN FIELD OF BATTLE – LET THE WAR HORNS CRY,
Freedom’s banner blazing in the sky.
Bound by courage that will never decay,
BROTHERS IN GLORY, BROTHERS IN THE FRAY!

WE RIDE AS BROTHERS ON THIS GREEN FIELD TONIGHT,
Shield to shield in the fading light.
From this day, let the chronicles say:
TWO NATIONS STOOD TOGETHER –
AND TURNED THE NIGHT AWAY!

When the dark grows cold and heavy, when your hope begins to fade,
Hear the echo of that morning on the field where heroes stayed.
If you stand beside your brother – YOU ARE NEVER ALONE:
“ON THIS GREEN FIELD OF THUNDER…
YOU ARE FIGHTING FOR YOUR HOME.