From The Frozen Plains 歌词

	作词 : Beckmann, Weinerhall
	The harsch biting winternight
	Embrace everything in this silent land.
	A lonely man is wandering through the snow
	With a wooden staff in his hand.
	Dressed in old torn grey rags
	He tries to keep himself warm.
	The icy white long beard
	Dances in the hard winterstorm.
	His hands which once wielded the steel
	Can now barely raise his horn.
	Patiently he's searching from house to house
	For a meal and a roof over his head.
	From the frozen plains he comes
	On a journey without destination.
	Once a hero- now forgotten
	On the edge of death by chill and starvation.
	From the frozen plains he comes.
	And to the frozen plains he goes.
	He gained his pride throughout the wars.
	Of the knights he was the best.
	He risked his life for his king and queen.
	Of all the heroes he was the bravest.
	From the frozen plains he comes.
	And to the frozen plains he goes.

	zuo ci : Beckmann, Weinerhall
	The harsch biting winternight
	Embrace everything in this silent land.
	A lonely man is wandering through the snow
	With a wooden staff in his hand.
	Dressed in old torn grey rags
	He tries to keep himself warm.
	The icy white long beard
	Dances in the hard winterstorm.
	His hands which once wielded the steel
	Can now barely raise his horn.
	Patiently he' s searching from house to house
	For a meal and a roof over his head.
	From the frozen plains he comes
	On a journey without destination.
	Once a hero now forgotten
	On the edge of death by chill and starvation.
	From the frozen plains he comes.
	And to the frozen plains he goes.
	He gained his pride throughout the wars.
	Of the knights he was the best.
	He risked his life for his king and queen.
	Of all the heroes he was the bravest.
	From the frozen plains he comes.
	And to the frozen plains he goes.

	zuò cí : Beckmann, Weinerhall
	The harsch biting winternight
	Embrace everything in this silent land.
	A lonely man is wandering through the snow
	With a wooden staff in his hand.
	Dressed in old torn grey rags
	He tries to keep himself warm.
	The icy white long beard
	Dances in the hard winterstorm.
	His hands which once wielded the steel
	Can now barely raise his horn.
	Patiently he' s searching from house to house
	For a meal and a roof over his head.
	From the frozen plains he comes
	On a journey without destination.
	Once a hero now forgotten
	On the edge of death by chill and starvation.
	From the frozen plains he comes.
	And to the frozen plains he goes.
	He gained his pride throughout the wars.
	Of the knights he was the best.
	He risked his life for his king and queen.
	Of all the heroes he was the bravest.
	From the frozen plains he comes.
	And to the frozen plains he goes.

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