Joey Batey – Song of the Seven Lyrics
The Witcher Blood Origin official soundtrack Joey Batey, Joseph Trapanese Song Of The Seven lyrics.
Joey Batey ft. Joseph Trapanese Song Of The Seven Lyrics
You’re nothing, you’re less
You’re broken, a mess
Defeated and hopeless,
You’ll sink to the depths
The oppressors are mighty
Way greater in strength
Let history warn you;
Resistence means death
Forget what they’ve told you, for history’s fine glow
Is tarnished by those who don’t want you to know
The power of your stories, your songs, and yourselves
To take back the land for the dwarves and the elves
So sing loud and proud the song of the seven
Be you halfling or gnome, be you dwarven or elven
You carry their stories; no oppressor can hide them
Carry their glories and rise; we will rise
Sing loud and proud the song of the seven
Be you halfling or gnome, be you dwarven or elven
You carry their stories; no oppressor can hide them
Carry their glories and rise; we will rise
Bonded in a blood quest for vengence and truth
Destined to fail but the seven refused
Seven warriors apart unite as one fist
The empire would crush them but they said “F*ck this!”
They rallied the people with brave deed and song
Their courage has shown them the right from the wrong
The power of a story put fire in their veins
The people will rise up to bring forth a change
So sing loud and proud the song of the seven
Be you halfling or gnome, be you dwarven or elven
You carry their stories; no oppressor can hide them
Carry their glories and rise; we will rise
Sing loud and proud the song of the seven
Be you halfling or gnome, be you dwarven or elven
You carry their stories; no oppressor can hide them
Carry their glories and rise; we will rise
We will rise, oooooh, we will riiiiiiiiiiise
We will rise, oooooh, we will riiiiiiiiiiise
OOOOOOOOH!
Sing loud and proud the song of the seven
Be you halfling or gnome, be you dwarven or elven
You carry their stories; no oppressor can hide them
Carry their glories and rise; we will rise
Sing loud and proud the song of the seven
Be you halfling or gnome, be you dwarven or elven
You carry their stories; no oppressor can hide them
Carry their glories and rise; we will rise
rise; we will rise
rise; we will riiiiiiiiiiiise
