歌曲 | (Het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge |
歌手 | Ancient Rites |
专辑 | And the Hordes Stood as One |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Theys, VanCortenberg ... | |
Here one can hear the call of the sea | |
While a deadwhite moonlight | |
Is creating the ultimate unlight | |
Or at night, or at night... | |
O sad and beautiful night | |
Full of melancholy | |
When the silent dark waters | |
Are inviting the lonely souls | |
Of mounting lost ones... like me | |
Of mounting lost ones... like me | |
Here once | |
I could hear the bell toll | |
Here once | |
I led a life | |
My home was build... before the cruel | |
Water came | |
May be the death fish washed on the shore | |
With their cold eyes have catched a | |
Glimp - a glimp.. | |
Of my forever lost village | |
Do I hear my ancestors call: | |
Oh beautiful and cruel lost, | |
Forever lost - dark medieval times | |
Drowned land of saeftinge - | |
Drowned land of saeftinge | |
Here once | |
I could hear the bell toll, | |
Here once | |
I Had a life, my home was build... | |
Here one can hear the call of the sea | |
Oh my drowned land | |
Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge... | |
Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftinge | |
Forever lost, forever lost... |
zuo qu : Theys, VanCortenberg ... | |
Here one can hear the call of the sea | |
While a deadwhite moonlight | |
Is creating the ultimate unlight | |
Or at night, or at night... | |
O sad and beautiful night | |
Full of melancholy | |
When the silent dark waters | |
Are inviting the lonely souls | |
Of mounting lost ones... like me | |
Of mounting lost ones... like me | |
Here once | |
I could hear the bell toll | |
Here once | |
I led a life | |
My home was build... before the cruel | |
Water came | |
May be the death fish washed on the shore | |
With their cold eyes have catched a | |
Glimp a glimp.. | |
Of my forever lost village | |
Do I hear my ancestors call: | |
Oh beautiful and cruel lost, | |
Forever lost dark medieval times | |
Drowned land of saeftinge | |
Drowned land of saeftinge | |
Here once | |
I could hear the bell toll, | |
Here once | |
I Had a life, my home was build... | |
Here one can hear the call of the sea | |
Oh my drowned land | |
Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge... | |
Saeftinge saeftinge saeftinge | |
Forever lost, forever lost... |
zuò qǔ : Theys, VanCortenberg ... | |
Here one can hear the call of the sea | |
While a deadwhite moonlight | |
Is creating the ultimate unlight | |
Or at night, or at night... | |
O sad and beautiful night | |
Full of melancholy | |
When the silent dark waters | |
Are inviting the lonely souls | |
Of mounting lost ones... like me | |
Of mounting lost ones... like me | |
Here once | |
I could hear the bell toll | |
Here once | |
I led a life | |
My home was build... before the cruel | |
Water came | |
May be the death fish washed on the shore | |
With their cold eyes have catched a | |
Glimp a glimp.. | |
Of my forever lost village | |
Do I hear my ancestors call: | |
Oh beautiful and cruel lost, | |
Forever lost dark medieval times | |
Drowned land of saeftinge | |
Drowned land of saeftinge | |
Here once | |
I could hear the bell toll, | |
Here once | |
I Had a life, my home was build... | |
Here one can hear the call of the sea | |
Oh my drowned land | |
Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge... | |
Saeftinge saeftinge saeftinge | |
Forever lost, forever lost... |