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Row row row Row row row Row row row On open water, the Greek will make their stand For their nation, burn the hand of hate Outnumbered, there is no retreat But they wont bend there knees Into the fire, they ride the storm of war There's no mercy, onward is the law For freedom, ancient spirits roar And they answer the call Night is falling, fate is calling And the wind whispers defeat Night is falling, fate is calling God on a mountain, high-handed king And ships, by thousand, lay below Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red And the battle rages on Row row row Row row row Row row row Songtexte A thousand nations, descend on mother Greece Strait of Salamis, there they break the siege Now beaten, Xerxes calls retreat To Asia he flees Night is falling, fate is calling And the wind whispers defeat Night is falling, fate is calling God on a mountain, high-handed king And ships, by thousand, lay below Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red And the battle rages on Row row row Row row row Row row row God on a mountain, high-handed king And ships, by thousand, lay below Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red And the battle rages on Aus Songtexte Mania