作曲 : Maghary | |
In the cold of the night, in darkness we hide. | |
Waiting to come out and slaughter. | |
Making no noise will leave them no choice. | |
The can not run away. [Bridge:] | |
All our warriors waiting deep inside (the) | |
Forrest. I wait until | |
I hear (the) command. | |
Deep in my heart | |
I feel the pathos of war. [Chorus:] | |
Ride Silent! | |
They don't know we're here. | |
Ride Silent! | |
So they can't hear. | |
Ride Silent! | |
When surpise is on our side all the enemies die. | |
Ride Silent! [Strophe 2:] | |
Their women are crying when we're coming out. | |
They don't know what happened. | |
We cut off their heads when they come out their beds, | |
Before they reach their weapons. [repeat Bridge] [repeat Chorus] |
zuo qu : Maghary | |
In the cold of the night, in darkness we hide. | |
Waiting to come out and slaughter. | |
Making no noise will leave them no choice. | |
The can not run away. Bridge: | |
All our warriors waiting deep inside the | |
Forrest. I wait until | |
I hear the command. | |
Deep in my heart | |
I feel the pathos of war. Chorus: | |
Ride Silent! | |
They don' t know we' re here. | |
Ride Silent! | |
So they can' t hear. | |
Ride Silent! | |
When surpise is on our side all the enemies die. | |
Ride Silent! Strophe 2: | |
Their women are crying when we' re coming out. | |
They don' t know what happened. | |
We cut off their heads when they come out their beds, | |
Before they reach their weapons. repeat Bridge repeat Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Maghary | |
In the cold of the night, in darkness we hide. | |
Waiting to come out and slaughter. | |
Making no noise will leave them no choice. | |
The can not run away. Bridge: | |
All our warriors waiting deep inside the | |
Forrest. I wait until | |
I hear the command. | |
Deep in my heart | |
I feel the pathos of war. Chorus: | |
Ride Silent! | |
They don' t know we' re here. | |
Ride Silent! | |
So they can' t hear. | |
Ride Silent! | |
When surpise is on our side all the enemies die. | |
Ride Silent! Strophe 2: | |
Their women are crying when we' re coming out. | |
They don' t know what happened. | |
We cut off their heads when they come out their beds, | |
Before they reach their weapons. repeat Bridge repeat Chorus |