Blood on the Vistula (Heavy Metal) - HotPotMusic

Blood on the Vistula (Heavy Metal) - HotPotMusic

From the ashes of Warsaw, we rise again,
Heroes of the Vistula, defying death and sin,
Witold Pilecki, the courage in his name,
For freedom’s price, we bear the flame!

With vodka in our hands, we march through hell,
No fear in our hearts, no tears to quell.
Through blood-soaked soil, we carry the cross,
We are the warriors, we are the loss!

Raise a glass to the brave,
Vodka, rum, and gin we crave,
For those who died, for those who bled,
We’ll honor them with every thread.
Blood on the Vistula, we endure,
Our souls are scarred, but we are pure!

Kaminski led the charge, his will unbroken,
Against the odds, his spirit was unspoken,
In the Warsaw uprising, hearts never ceased,
Through every battle, our blood’s released.

With rum in our veins, we never relent,
Defying the storm, our hearts are bent.
Through every trench, we fight as one,
The war rages, but we won’t be undone!

Raise a glass to the brave,
Vodka, rum, and gin we crave,
For those who died, for those who bled,
We’ll honor them with every thread.
Blood on the Vistula, we endure,
Our souls are scarred, but we are pure!

Bartosz, in the shadows, with his iron will,
Through the smoke and the flames, he’s standing still,
To the memory of those who fell too soon,
We drink to the dead beneath the moon!

Raise a glass to the brave,
Vodka, rum, and gin we crave,
For those who died, for those who bled,
We’ll honor them with every thread.
Blood on the Vistula, we endure,
Our souls are scarred, but we are pure!

We rise again, no chains to bind,
The heroes, forever in our mind,
Through every scar, through every scar,
We’ll drink to their glory, no matter how far!