歌曲 | The Sons of Odin |
歌手 | Manowar |
专辑 | The Sons of Odin |
作词 : DeMaio | |
Here to the blaze | |
I wanderThrough this black night | |
I pounderThe edge of our mighty swords | |
Did clashFallen by our axes | |
Helmets smash | |
Glory and fame | |
Blood is our name | |
Souls full of thunder | |
Hearts of steel | |
Killers of men | |
Of warriors friend | |
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers | |
To the end | |
One day too | |
I may fall | |
I will enter | |
Odin's Hall | |
I will die sword in hand | |
My name and my deeds will | |
Scorch the land | |
Glory and fame | |
Blood is our name | |
Soul full of thunder | |
Hearts of steel | |
Killers of men | |
Of warriors friend | |
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers | |
Sons of the gods today we shall die | |
Open Valhalla's door | |
Let the battle begin with swords in the wind | |
Hail Gods of | |
War[Solo]Sons of | |
Odin we for | |
By the hammer of | |
ThorRide down from the sky | |
Another is born | |
Another shall fall | |
This day bent will die(oh) | |
Glory and fame(oh) | |
Blood is our name(oh) | |
Souls full of thunder(oh) | |
Hearts of steel(oh) | |
Killers of men(oh) | |
Of warriors friend(oh) | |
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers(oh) | |
Sons of the gods today we shall die(oh) | |
Open Valhalla's door(oh) | |
Let the battle begin with swords in the wind(oh) | |
Hail Gods of | |
War(oh) Sons of the gods today we shall die(oh) | |
Open Valhalla's door(oh) | |
Let the battle begin with swords in the wind(oh) | |
Hail Gods of | |
War(oh) Let the battle begin with swords in the wind(oh) | |
Hail(oh) Gods(oh) of | |
War!!![Onward into the heart of the battleFought the sons of OdinOutnumbered many timesStill - they fought onBlood poured forth from their woundsDeep into the earthVultures waited for the broken shellsThat once were bodiesThus Odin alone would choose the dayThey would enter ValhallaAnd in their hour of needHe sent forth onto them The Berserker RageNow gods embedThey grows up from the groundScreaming like wild animalsSuch is the gift of absolute powerNo blade or weapon would hurt themThey killed them and horses alikeAnd all who stood before them died that dayHail Gods Of War] |
zuò cí : DeMaio | |
Here to the blaze | |
I wanderThrough this black night | |
I pounderThe edge of our mighty swords | |
Did clashFallen by our axes | |
Helmets smash | |
Glory and fame | |
Blood is our name | |
Souls full of thunder | |
Hearts of steel | |
Killers of men | |
Of warriors friend | |
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers | |
To the end | |
One day too | |
I may fall | |
I will enter | |
Odin' s Hall | |
I will die sword in hand | |
My name and my deeds will | |
Scorch the land | |
Glory and fame | |
Blood is our name | |
Soul full of thunder | |
Hearts of steel | |
Killers of men | |
Of warriors friend | |
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers | |
Sons of the gods today we shall die | |
Open Valhalla' s door | |
Let the battle begin with swords in the wind | |
Hail Gods of | |
War Solo Sons of | |
Odin we for | |
By the hammer of | |
ThorRide down from the sky | |
Another is born | |
Another shall fall | |
This day bent will die oh | |
Glory and fame oh | |
Blood is our name oh | |
Souls full of thunder oh | |
Hearts of steel oh | |
Killers of men oh | |
Of warriors friend oh | |
Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers oh | |
Sons of the gods today we shall die oh | |
Open Valhalla' s door oh | |
Let the battle begin with swords in the wind oh | |
Hail Gods of | |
War oh Sons of the gods today we shall die oh | |
Open Valhalla' s door oh | |
Let the battle begin with swords in the wind oh | |
Hail Gods of | |
War oh Let the battle begin with swords in the wind oh | |
Hail oh Gods oh of | |
War!!! Onward into the heart of the battleFought the sons of OdinOutnumbered many timesStill they fought onBlood poured forth from their woundsDeep into the earthVultures waited for the broken shellsThat once were bodiesThus Odin alone would choose the dayThey would enter ValhallaAnd in their hour of needHe sent forth onto them The Berserker RageNow gods embedThey grows up from the groundScreaming like wild animalsSuch is the gift of absolute powerNo blade or weapon would hurt themThey killed them and horses alikeAnd all who stood before them died that dayHail Gods Of War |