歌曲 | Dragons Of The North |
歌手 | Einherjer |
专辑 | Dragons of the North |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Storesund | |
As blood for wolves for riches and lust | |
Onward with hammers to chest | |
Villages burn, burn citys to dust | |
And for fun they tortue the rest | |
Cold, blue steel through a nice day's breast | |
An avalanche of heathnes set sail | |
To show to the world of which men is beast | |
To conquer where others would fail | |
Odin is working to eagerly form | |
A great heathen fist from the north | |
Pray for your life when there's signs of a storm | |
But praying won't help when the dragons com forth | |
Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce | |
They know not fear of pain | |
Women and children are swimming in tears | |
While the berserks are going insane | |
Scholared embodies by blood and the mound | |
The clink of sword sound death chord | |
Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground | |
Embraced by might, great northern horde | |
Odin, great warlord, | |
I greed you with hail | |
This new god is weaker of class | |
Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil | |
And I'll kick this christ right in the ass |
zuo qu : Storesund | |
As blood for wolves for riches and lust | |
Onward with hammers to chest | |
Villages burn, burn citys to dust | |
And for fun they tortue the rest | |
Cold, blue steel through a nice day' s breast | |
An avalanche of heathnes set sail | |
To show to the world of which men is beast | |
To conquer where others would fail | |
Odin is working to eagerly form | |
A great heathen fist from the north | |
Pray for your life when there' s signs of a storm | |
But praying won' t help when the dragons com forth | |
Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce | |
They know not fear of pain | |
Women and children are swimming in tears | |
While the berserks are going insane | |
Scholared embodies by blood and the mound | |
The clink of sword sound death chord | |
Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground | |
Embraced by might, great northern horde | |
Odin, great warlord, | |
I greed you with hail | |
This new god is weaker of class | |
Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil | |
And I' ll kick this christ right in the ass |
zuò qǔ : Storesund | |
As blood for wolves for riches and lust | |
Onward with hammers to chest | |
Villages burn, burn citys to dust | |
And for fun they tortue the rest | |
Cold, blue steel through a nice day' s breast | |
An avalanche of heathnes set sail | |
To show to the world of which men is beast | |
To conquer where others would fail | |
Odin is working to eagerly form | |
A great heathen fist from the north | |
Pray for your life when there' s signs of a storm | |
But praying won' t help when the dragons com forth | |
Roaming the bow, the berserks, the fierce | |
They know not fear of pain | |
Women and children are swimming in tears | |
While the berserks are going insane | |
Scholared embodies by blood and the mound | |
The clink of sword sound death chord | |
Bearslough and wolfslough are shaking the ground | |
Embraced by might, great northern horde | |
Odin, great warlord, | |
I greed you with hail | |
This new god is weaker of class | |
Grant me thy powers, your secrets unveil | |
And I' ll kick this christ right in the ass |