歌曲 | Bridges |
歌手 | Wijlen Wij |
专辑 | Wijlen Wij |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I've died and they build | |
BRIDGES all over my dead corpse | |
They don't seem to have much RESPECT | |
For the remains of a dead warrior | |
Why can't they see that my wounds are still bleeding? | |
Why can't they see that my limbs are still aching? | |
Their soldiers build bridges on my dead body | |
With mortar and clay | |
I felt betrayed that my corpse was not HONOURED | |
For years and years I stood like a mountain | |
Sheltering them from the winds | |
Fighting against their many enemies | |
Wounded on the cold ground I laid | |
Wreckage, abandoned by everyone | |
Wasted by centuries of solitude | |
Eternally damned… | |
But down on my knees I prayed | |
And on the seventh day she came | |
Angel heaven sent…cold water for my dried lips | |
Hear my call, I speak with Ancient Tongue | |
Take my suffering; erase me from the face of this earth | |
A new era has begun; the King has arisen from his slumber! | |
Like a bird freed from its cage | |
Like the prayer of a wounded soul | |
My spirit flies towards the sun… |
I' ve died and they build | |
BRIDGES all over my dead corpse | |
They don' t seem to have much RESPECT | |
For the remains of a dead warrior | |
Why can' t they see that my wounds are still bleeding? | |
Why can' t they see that my limbs are still aching? | |
Their soldiers build bridges on my dead body | |
With mortar and clay | |
I felt betrayed that my corpse was not HONOURED | |
For years and years I stood like a mountain | |
Sheltering them from the winds | |
Fighting against their many enemies | |
Wounded on the cold ground I laid | |
Wreckage, abandoned by everyone | |
Wasted by centuries of solitude | |
Eternally damned | |
But down on my knees I prayed | |
And on the seventh day she came | |
Angel heaven sent cold water for my dried lips | |
Hear my call, I speak with Ancient Tongue | |
Take my suffering erase me from the face of this earth | |
A new era has begun the King has arisen from his slumber! | |
Like a bird freed from its cage | |
Like the prayer of a wounded soul | |
My spirit flies towards the sun |
I' ve died and they build | |
BRIDGES all over my dead corpse | |
They don' t seem to have much RESPECT | |
For the remains of a dead warrior | |
Why can' t they see that my wounds are still bleeding? | |
Why can' t they see that my limbs are still aching? | |
Their soldiers build bridges on my dead body | |
With mortar and clay | |
I felt betrayed that my corpse was not HONOURED | |
For years and years I stood like a mountain | |
Sheltering them from the winds | |
Fighting against their many enemies | |
Wounded on the cold ground I laid | |
Wreckage, abandoned by everyone | |
Wasted by centuries of solitude | |
Eternally damned | |
But down on my knees I prayed | |
And on the seventh day she came | |
Angel heaven sent cold water for my dried lips | |
Hear my call, I speak with Ancient Tongue | |
Take my suffering erase me from the face of this earth | |
A new era has begun the King has arisen from his slumber! | |
Like a bird freed from its cage | |
Like the prayer of a wounded soul | |
My spirit flies towards the sun |