作曲 : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
I must leave ye now | |
For peace and glory | |
I'd wish to tell ye | |
I'd soon be back | |
I must leave ye now | |
To weep and worry | |
Fare ye well | |
I won't come back | |
Fare ye well | |
Don't say haste ye back | |
Roaming through the graveyard alleys | |
On a plain of standing stones | |
I hear them whisper to the fallen ones | |
“Oh, not again” they groan | |
A cry of the land is out | |
To breathe and soar | |
Through heathen hills | |
From days of yore | |
Where the wild winds roar | |
I hear the storm clouds thunder | |
They reap and plunder on once green land | |
So here we stand – for freedoms sake | |
Like rocks on the shore | |
And we truely know – for freedoms sake | |
There is no escape | |
In the end we stand and fall | |
Not for glory | |
Nor for the king and crown | |
We shed our blood | |
We're here - we're free | |
And we'll fight to survive | |
Fate will test our will | |
Here on the Highland hills | |
Slowly it comes off the earth | |
Gasping for daylight | |
Entirely entwined with weed | |
Feeding its breath | |
With soiled air | |
It screams out | |
To the brooding storm clouds | |
Following the call | |
For freedom to come |
zuo qu : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
I must leave ye now | |
For peace and glory | |
I' d wish to tell ye | |
I' d soon be back | |
I must leave ye now | |
To weep and worry | |
Fare ye well | |
I won' t come back | |
Fare ye well | |
Don' t say haste ye back | |
Roaming through the graveyard alleys | |
On a plain of standing stones | |
I hear them whisper to the fallen ones | |
" Oh, not again" they groan | |
A cry of the land is out | |
To breathe and soar | |
Through heathen hills | |
From days of yore | |
Where the wild winds roar | |
I hear the storm clouds thunder | |
They reap and plunder on once green land | |
So here we stand for freedoms sake | |
Like rocks on the shore | |
And we truely know for freedoms sake | |
There is no escape | |
In the end we stand and fall | |
Not for glory | |
Nor for the king and crown | |
We shed our blood | |
We' re here we' re free | |
And we' ll fight to survive | |
Fate will test our will | |
Here on the Highland hills | |
Slowly it comes off the earth | |
Gasping for daylight | |
Entirely entwined with weed | |
Feeding its breath | |
With soiled air | |
It screams out | |
To the brooding storm clouds | |
Following the call | |
For freedom to come |
zuò qǔ : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
I must leave ye now | |
For peace and glory | |
I' d wish to tell ye | |
I' d soon be back | |
I must leave ye now | |
To weep and worry | |
Fare ye well | |
I won' t come back | |
Fare ye well | |
Don' t say haste ye back | |
Roaming through the graveyard alleys | |
On a plain of standing stones | |
I hear them whisper to the fallen ones | |
" Oh, not again" they groan | |
A cry of the land is out | |
To breathe and soar | |
Through heathen hills | |
From days of yore | |
Where the wild winds roar | |
I hear the storm clouds thunder | |
They reap and plunder on once green land | |
So here we stand for freedoms sake | |
Like rocks on the shore | |
And we truely know for freedoms sake | |
There is no escape | |
In the end we stand and fall | |
Not for glory | |
Nor for the king and crown | |
We shed our blood | |
We' re here we' re free | |
And we' ll fight to survive | |
Fate will test our will | |
Here on the Highland hills | |
Slowly it comes off the earth | |
Gasping for daylight | |
Entirely entwined with weed | |
Feeding its breath | |
With soiled air | |
It screams out | |
To the brooding storm clouds | |
Following the call | |
For freedom to come |