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Oriental flags are blowing in the shimmering red |
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Wind praising an army on large scale |
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Behind the city walls warriors strengthen themselves |
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Do not give up until the last drop of blood |
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They marched cumbersome and far from Turkey |
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Against the land of the Alps to bring ruin |
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The rugged landscape has no pity |
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With the Ottomans |
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We keep these walls. Maybe it's the last we do |
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No mercy. No fear. We make a stand |
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For the city we so love we must hold at all costs |
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No mercy. No fear. We make a stand |
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Wave after wave they're coming |
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Our swords are just few |
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Defending Vienna's walls |
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Our blood is heated |
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Let us give them the rest |
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Do not give up until the last drop of blood |
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They marched cumbersome and far from Turkey |
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Against the land of the Alps to bring ruin |
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The rugged landscape has no pity |
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With the Ottomans |
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We keep these walls. Maybe it's the last we do |
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No mercy. No fear. We make a stand |
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For the city we so love we must hold at all costs |
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No mercy. No fear. We make a stand |
