歌曲 | Hoplites Awaiting Command |
歌手 | Folkearth |
专辑 | Drakkars in the Mist |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain | |
From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas | |
To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne...we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella | |
Sworn to revenge--the Persians' scourge...you were crowned on the mountain | |
In Olympian thunder and Promethean fire…Alexander your hoplites are waiting | |
To take the oath of revenge…when the star of Pella shall shine in the night | |
And all other stars will stop burning bright | |
Guiding our sarissae to the fight | |
We shall neither fear nor surrender | |
‘Til the end of the battle…Alexander your armies are waiting | |
Sound the charge and lead them to glory | |
Alexander your legions hail thee! |
Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain | |
From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas | |
To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne... we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella | |
Sworn to revengethe Persians' scourge... you were crowned on the mountain | |
In Olympian thunder and Promethean fire Alexander your hoplites are waiting | |
To take the oath of revenge when the star of Pella shall shine in the night | |
And all other stars will stop burning bright | |
Guiding our sarissae to the fight | |
We shall neither fear nor surrender | |
' Til the end of the battle Alexander your armies are waiting | |
Sound the charge and lead them to glory | |
Alexander your legions hail thee! |
Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain | |
From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas | |
To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne... we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella | |
Sworn to revengethe Persians' scourge... you were crowned on the mountain | |
In Olympian thunder and Promethean fire Alexander your hoplites are waiting | |
To take the oath of revenge when the star of Pella shall shine in the night | |
And all other stars will stop burning bright | |
Guiding our sarissae to the fight | |
We shall neither fear nor surrender | |
' Til the end of the battle Alexander your armies are waiting | |
Sound the charge and lead them to glory | |
Alexander your legions hail thee! |