歌曲 | Where Cold Winds Blow |
歌手 | Darkthrone |
专辑 | A Blaze in the Northern Sky |
作词 : Darkthrone | |
Where cold winds blow I was layed to rest | |
I can not reach my rusty weapons; | |
The blood and sword that guided my path | |
For they drowned in the sands of wisdom | |
I was, indeed, a king of the flesh | |
My blackened edges; still they were sharp | |
Honoured by the carnal herdes | |
But asketh thou: closed are the gates? | |
My mind cut my winged weapons | |
The teeth that was my pride | |
And from the forest all would hear: | |
"Wisdom opens the gate for the king" | |
My weapons sighted - my tears they tasted | |
Summon my warriors - to the land of desire | |
To the domain of hate - where cold winds blew | |
For lust for hell - we rode with the north wind | |
Only I could accomplish a fucken self-deceit | |
There are only two paths - the mind or the sword | |
And the mind was open like the sights in a dream | |
But the sword was like a stone around my neck | |
I entered the soul of the snake | |
And slept with the armageddish whore | |
But without my throne and my weapons; | |
Where cold winds blow became my grave |
zuò cí : Darkthrone | |
Where cold winds blow I was layed to rest | |
I can not reach my rusty weapons | |
The blood and sword that guided my path | |
For they drowned in the sands of wisdom | |
I was, indeed, a king of the flesh | |
My blackened edges still they were sharp | |
Honoured by the carnal herdes | |
But asketh thou: closed are the gates? | |
My mind cut my winged weapons | |
The teeth that was my pride | |
And from the forest all would hear: | |
" Wisdom opens the gate for the king" | |
My weapons sighted my tears they tasted | |
Summon my warriors to the land of desire | |
To the domain of hate where cold winds blew | |
For lust for hell we rode with the north wind | |
Only I could accomplish a fucken selfdeceit | |
There are only two paths the mind or the sword | |
And the mind was open like the sights in a dream | |
But the sword was like a stone around my neck | |
I entered the soul of the snake | |
And slept with the armageddish whore | |
But without my throne and my weapons | |
Where cold winds blow became my grave |