Cruces Blancas
Patan
White Crosses
April second, all that's left are cries
in the dark.
Suffering echoes
from the beyond.
Cold weather, it's wartime:
I'm heading to Hell.
Sudden death threatens
our final day.
Uhh
Tortures without mercy,
of a great Empire.
Men see their faces,
in the calm waters.
In the wind sail the screams
of Victory,
in a Sea of White Crosses,
with cries of sorrow.
Uhh
(Chorus)
Crosses in the Atlantic, shout Freedom (x 3)
Crosses in the Atlantic, in the South Atlantic.
By their own conviction,
they went to War
now back defeated,
those who once consented;
the heroes of triumph fell silent
and were denied;
the paths remained,
with red roads.
Uhh
(repeat chorus x 1)
