When the winged hussars arrived. . A cry for help in time of need, await relief from holy league. 60 days of siege, outnumbered and weak. Sent a message to the sky, wounded soldiers left to die.
Almost night a crimson horizon painting thousand lakes red. As your army approach in the east a hunter is switching his prey. All alone a man with his gun wanders into the wild.
Warsaw Rise!. . Do you remember when. When the Nazis forced their rule on Poland. 1939 and the allies turned away. . From the underground. Rose a hope of freedom as a whisper.
A short man from Texas. A man of the wild. Thrown into combat,. Where bodies lie piled. Hides his emotions,. His blood is running cold. Just like his victories,.
Far from their land. as they made their stand. They stood strong and the legend still lives on. . 1918 the great war rages on. A battalion is lost in the Argonne.
A time of religion and war,. Legends tell the tale of a lion. This beast in the shape of a man,. With a dream to rule sea and land. . And all those who stand in his way,.
Sometimes war is killing. Sometimes it's saving lives. It's the judgement of faith. It's nothing that men can dictate. . Corporal Leslie Allen carried them from Tambu.
We remember, no surrender. Heroes of our century. . 3 men stood strong, and they held out for long. Going into the fight, to their death that awaits. Crazy or brave, will it end in the grave?.
Crack of the lightning splitting the ground. Thunder is sounding, artillery pounding. Wrath of the Nazis cast on Bastogne. Facing their forces alone. ALONE!.
Send them over the waves, our sentinels. They report in the news, position of our foes. This battlefield's been chosen, tactically in advance. Time to alert our fighters, we're soon in range.
Dreams are seldom shattered by a bullet in the dark. Rulers come and rulers go, will our kingdom fall apart?. Who shall we now turn to when our leaders lost their heart?.
At dawn, envoy arrives!. Morning of October 28th. "No Day" proven by deeds. Descendants of Sparta, Athens and Crete!. . Look now, ready to fight!. Enemies charge from the hills.
Now that the time has come to fight. Scotland must unite!. We'll make a stand on Stirling ground. To put a challenge to the crown!. We are one! We have come.
Two ways to view the world. So similar at times. Two ways to rule the world. To justify their crimes. . By kings and queens young men are sent to die in war.
I remember the Argonne, 1918.. The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day.. Machine gun fire from enemy lines.. The sickening sound of a sayonet tearing through human flesh..
Landed on the hilltop, soviet forces are in place. Awaiting orders!. They were only 39. They were told to hold the line. In control. Sent into battle, came from the sky.
5th of May, V day is just around the corner. 1945 the Führer reign is at its end. Jenny at the gates, as the SS open fire. There's no time to waste, the final battle has begun.
News that came that morning told that the main force had been slain. Chance for peace and justice gone and all talks had been in vain. A prince had been offended and he has gone the path of war.