The Last Sound Songtext

von Grammatrain

Marching in stride into enemy lines,
Under sun and rain we'll go.
Dropping this charge with a candence so large,
And we're lighting this field aglow,
With every blow.
Make way for the Sounder,
Sound the alarm,
Every rival runs into the heart of the Sounder,
Strike on the ground.
Chanting in victory,
This is the last sound you'll hear.
The color of grass,
And the color of sky,
Surrounding our foes at bay.
Kicking with soul,
And inighting each goal,
In an emerald blast underway,
Witness to display.
Make way for the Sounder,
Sound the alarm,
Every rival runs into the heart of the Sounder,
Strike on the ground.
Chanting in victory,
This is the last sound you'll hear.
And we live and to die,
The line we defend,
Showing no sympathy toward the end.
When the eye of this storm comes down on its prey,
Watch many challengers fall to make way for the Sounder,
Sound the alarm,
Every rival runs into the heart of the Sounder,
Strike on the ground.
Chanting in victory,
This is the sound of the
Sounder,
Every challenger comes under harm from the
Sounder,
Chanting in victory,
This is the last sound you'll hear,
This is the last sound you'll hear.