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The Song Of The Tomb

	作曲 : MacUilliam, Nemtheange ...
	From the north to the south
	From the east to the west
	All that waits for me is the grave
	I have been where my brothers lay fallen
	And my kind are as slaves
	Bloodied yet unbowed
	I sing a song of the tomb
	Of the cold and heathen earth
	Of the Gods that await me
	I raise a glass in your name
	For when the sun rise again
	To our deaths like condemned men
	This is the twilight of the ages
	And no man shall stand
	I sing a song of the tomb
	Of the cold and heathen earth
	With virgin voice to poisoned womb
	I call to the shadowed kind
	To men of myth, etched in stone
	Whose songs are heard no more
	The women of the barren lands
	This is your time

	zuò qǔ : MacUilliam, Nemtheange ...
	From the north to the south
	From the east to the west
	All that waits for me is the grave
	I have been where my brothers lay fallen
	And my kind are as slaves
	Bloodied yet unbowed
	I sing a song of the tomb
	Of the cold and heathen earth
	Of the Gods that await me
	I raise a glass in your name
	For when the sun rise again
	To our deaths like condemned men
	This is the twilight of the ages
	And no man shall stand
	I sing a song of the tomb
	Of the cold and heathen earth
	With virgin voice to poisoned womb
	I call to the shadowed kind
	To men of myth, etched in stone
	Whose songs are heard no more
	The women of the barren lands
	This is your time