JensT - On the Shores of Normandy (Progressive Metalcore Version)

Описание: Dawn broke cold on a foreign tide,
Steel birds crying in the sky,
Young hearts pounding, helmets low,
As the boats cut waves slow.
No glory in their shaking hands,
Just orders whispered, boots in sand,
The world held breath, the ramp came down,
And history burned into the ground.

On the shores of Normandy,
Where the brave ran straight into the storm,
They paid the price so we could be free,
On that blood-red, broken morn.
Through smoke and fire, through fear and pain,
They changed the course of time,
We remember those who never came
From the shores of Normandy.

Machine guns thundered from the hill,
The sea turned dark against its will,
Names were lost in waves and cries,
Hope was measured yard by yard.
Medics crawled, the wounded prayed,
Brothers fell where they once stood brave,
Every step a battle won,
Under a merciless rising sun.

On the shores of Normandy,
Where the brave ran straight into the storm,
They paid the price so we could be free,
On that blood-red, broken morn.
Through smoke and fire, through fear and pain,
They changed the course of time,
We remember those who never came
From the shores of Normandy.

No statues stood that fateful day,
Just ordinary souls in harm’s way,
Farm boys, workers, sons of men,
Who would never be the same again.
They climbed those cliffs with shattered dreams,
Holding on to what freedom means.

By nightfall flags flew torn and stained,
Victory heavy, bought with pain,
The guns moved on, the silence stayed,
With ghosts of what the war had taken away.
History turned on a narrow shore,
The world would not fall into darkness more.

On the shores of Normandy,
Where courage outweighed the fear,
They stood their ground for you and me,
So tomorrow could be here.
If freedom speaks, let it say their names,
Let the truth forever be—
We live because they fought that day
On the shores of Normandy.

So when the waves roll calm and slow,
And peaceful winds across them blow,
Remember what that sand has seen,
The cost of hope, the price of being free.