The Eye of Oden 歌词

	作词 : Brun
	Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
	the fields down there and the ravine below
	Where the elements feast in reckless desire
	A raven is seated
	Where the sun cannot reach,
	only teriffic storms prevail
	In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar
	My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times
	The countless rythem, the rattling stones
	My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones
	Tender are the havens
	which remain on the open plains
	The shadow crawls
	upon the resort of the remnaints
	Even toward the hills lie shattered shields
	The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear
	And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder
	Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand
	Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear
	Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
	the fields down there and the ravine below
	He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair

	zuo ci : Brun
	Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
	the fields down there and the ravine below
	Where the elements feast in reckless desire
	A raven is seated
	Where the sun cannot reach,
	only teriffic storms prevail
	In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar
	My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times
	The countless rythem, the rattling stones
	My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones
	Tender are the havens
	which remain on the open plains
	The shadow crawls
	upon the resort of the remnaints
	Even toward the hills lie shattered shields
	The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear
	And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder
	Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand
	Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear
	Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
	the fields down there and the ravine below
	He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair

	zuò cí : Brun
	Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
	the fields down there and the ravine below
	Where the elements feast in reckless desire
	A raven is seated
	Where the sun cannot reach,
	only teriffic storms prevail
	In a thunderin' havoc they ruthlessly roar
	My heart it beats the pulse of ancient times
	The countless rythem, the rattling stones
	My weapon cleanse the filth of all bones
	Tender are the havens
	which remain on the open plains
	The shadow crawls
	upon the resort of the remnaints
	Even toward the hills lie shattered shields
	The winter it hunts all their hearts in fear
	And the river drifts with the resolution of thunder
	Infernal are the storms in which our shelter stand
	Their strongest grip of fear, and our shelter tear
	Up there on the mountain, above all fire,
	the fields down there and the ravine below
	He beholds a kingdom of grace, savage yet fair

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