Row (Into the Storm)

Battle speech, battle speech

War speech

On my count

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 fate

Outnumbered, there is no retreat

But they won't bend their 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

Here they come

Race for the peak

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

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

Here they come

Race for the peak

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

Here they come

Race for the peak

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