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• Artiste: Sabaton
• Titre: Lightning At The Gates
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From the Rhône through the mountains they go As the winter's drawing near Fast approaching change of season's threatening March over mountains, an army ascends As their time is running out A desperate move, a brave surprise A threat to Rome comes from the North Through the rocks they go Through the ice, through the cold and snow Over the mountains, an army far from home Leading beast and man through cold and snow Marching, they're moving on Rome Guided by the stars, light the valley bеlow Break the illusion of their foе As they cross the range where no armies go Marching, descending on Rome From the peaks to the heart of their foe Lead by Gauls to find the way Unite the tribes to show them through the mountains Higher and higher, across the divide Face the odds, the mountains' wrath They took the unexpected path To the battles that await them down below Through the ice, through the cold and snow Over the mountains, an army far from home Leading beast and man through cold and snow Marching, they're moving on Rome Guided by the stars, light the valley below Break the illusion of their foe As they cross the range where no armies go Marching, descending on Rome From the peaks to the heart of their foe From the Rhône through the mountains they go Over the mountains, an army far from home Leading beast and man through cold and snow Marching, they're moving on Rome Guided by the stars, light the valley below Break the illusion of their foe As they cross the range where no armies go Marching, descending on Rome From the peaks to the heart of their Mountains, an army far from home Leading beast and man through cold and snow Marching, they're moving on Rome Guided by the stars, light the valley below Break the illusion of their foe As they cross the range where no armies go Marching, descending on Rome From the peaks to the heart of their Range where no armies go From the peaks to the heart of their foe