歌曲 | Thorns of Crimson Death |
歌手 | Dissection |
专辑 | Storm of the Light's Bane |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Norman, Nödtveidt |
[01:29.401] | See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time |
[01:36.910] | A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined |
[01:43.114] | Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones |
[01:50.254] | But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle's sons |
[01:56.989] | Hear the choirs |
[01:58.546] | Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
[02:02.679] | Once forged in blood by tragedy |
[02:06.168] | Sharp were the thorns of crimson death |
[02:11.551] | |
[02:22.293] | Through the air again our voices whisper |
[02:25.603] | and awake are now our eyes |
[02:28.992] | For too long closed in slumber |
[02:32.171] | but death didn't prove our demise |
[02:35.753] | By ages so dark we've been sculptured |
[02:39.047] | as fragments of stories and tales |
[02:42.211] | As we haunt we are endlessly captured |
[02:45.621] | and shrouded in the wind that here wails |
[02:49.698] | Hear the choirs |
[02:51.710] | Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
[02:55.712] | Once forged in blood by tragedy |
[02:58.766] | Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
[03:05.937] | |
[04:38.695] | By ages so dark we've been sculptured |
[04:41.937] | as fragments of stories and tales |
[04:45.073] | By the place that we haunt we are captured |
[04:48.402] | Against eternity we can't prevail |
[05:03.805] | |
[07:41.968] | Hear the choirs |
[07:43.809] | It was the wind that brought back their cries |
[07:47.934] | Forged in blood by tragedy |
[07:51.176] | Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Norman, N dtveidt |
[01:29.401] | See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time |
[01:36.910] | A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined |
[01:43.114] | Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones |
[01:50.254] | But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle' s sons |
[01:56.989] | Hear the choirs |
[01:58.546] | Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
[02:02.679] | Once forged in blood by tragedy |
[02:06.168] | Sharp were the thorns of crimson death |
[02:11.551] | |
[02:22.293] | Through the air again our voices whisper |
[02:25.603] | and awake are now our eyes |
[02:28.992] | For too long closed in slumber |
[02:32.171] | but death didn' t prove our demise |
[02:35.753] | By ages so dark we' ve been sculptured |
[02:39.047] | as fragments of stories and tales |
[02:42.211] | As we haunt we are endlessly captured |
[02:45.621] | and shrouded in the wind that here wails |
[02:49.698] | Hear the choirs |
[02:51.710] | Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
[02:55.712] | Once forged in blood by tragedy |
[02:58.766] | Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
[03:05.937] | |
[04:38.695] | By ages so dark we' ve been sculptured |
[04:41.937] | as fragments of stories and tales |
[04:45.073] | By the place that we haunt we are captured |
[04:48.402] | Against eternity we can' t prevail |
[05:03.805] | |
[07:41.968] | Hear the choirs |
[07:43.809] | It was the wind that brought back their cries |
[07:47.934] | Forged in blood by tragedy |
[07:51.176] | Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Norman, N dtveidt |
[01:29.401] | See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time |
[01:36.910] | A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined |
[01:43.114] | Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones |
[01:50.254] | But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle' s sons |
[01:56.989] | Hear the choirs |
[01:58.546] | Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
[02:02.679] | Once forged in blood by tragedy |
[02:06.168] | Sharp were the thorns of crimson death |
[02:11.551] | |
[02:22.293] | Through the air again our voices whisper |
[02:25.603] | and awake are now our eyes |
[02:28.992] | For too long closed in slumber |
[02:32.171] | but death didn' t prove our demise |
[02:35.753] | By ages so dark we' ve been sculptured |
[02:39.047] | as fragments of stories and tales |
[02:42.211] | As we haunt we are endlessly captured |
[02:45.621] | and shrouded in the wind that here wails |
[02:49.698] | Hear the choirs |
[02:51.710] | Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
[02:55.712] | Once forged in blood by tragedy |
[02:58.766] | Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
[03:05.937] | |
[04:38.695] | By ages so dark we' ve been sculptured |
[04:41.937] | as fragments of stories and tales |
[04:45.073] | By the place that we haunt we are captured |
[04:48.402] | Against eternity we can' t prevail |
[05:03.805] | |
[07:41.968] | Hear the choirs |
[07:43.809] | It was the wind that brought back their cries |
[07:47.934] | Forged in blood by tragedy |
[07:51.176] | Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
[01:29.401] | 看到平原寂静得可怕,仿佛被时间冻结 |
[01:36.910] | 一个邪恶仍然保持警惕的苦难之地 |
[01:43.114] | 过去的岁月已经过去了几个世纪,被遗忘的似乎是堕落的岁月 |
[01:50.254] | 但在战斗中,回忆仍活在战斗之子的灵魂中 |
[01:56.989] | 聆听着唱诗班 |
[01:58.546] | 是狂风把他们的哭声带回来的吗? |
[02:02.679] | 曾经在悲剧中锻造血泊 |
[02:06.168] | 赤红的死亡荆棘是锋利的 |
[02:22.293] | 透过空气我们再次低语 |
[02:25.603] | 我们悄声而醒 |
[02:28.992] | 沉睡已久 |
[02:32.171] | 但死亡并不能证明我们真正的死亡 |
[02:35.753] | 我们被雕刻成如此黑暗的年代 |
[02:39.047] | 作为故事和故事的片段 |
[02:42.211] | 当我们四处游荡时,我们被永无休止的俘虏 |
[02:45.621] | 狂风笼罩着这里,我们在风中哀嚎哭泣 |
[02:49.698] | 聆听着唱诗班 |
[02:51.710] | 是狂风把他们的哭声带回来的吗? |
[02:55.712] | 曾经在悲剧中锻造血泊 |
[02:58.766] | 赤红的死亡荆棘是黑暗的 |
[04:38.695] | 我们被雕刻成如此黑暗的年代 |
[04:41.937] | 作为故事和故事的片段 |
[04:45.073] | 在我们常出没的地方被俘虏了 |
[04:48.402] | 我们无法战胜永恒 |
[07:41.968] | 聆听着唱诗班 |
[07:43.809] | 是狂风把他们的哭声带回来 |
[07:47.934] | 以鲜血铸成的悲剧 |
[07:51.176] | 赤红的死亡荆棘是黑暗的 |