Unto a long glory... 歌词

	作曲 : B.K., Summoning, Tolkien
	Over the land there lies the long shadow.
	Westward reaching wings of darkness;
	The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings
	The doom approaches the
	Dead awaken;
	For the hour is come for the oathbreakers
	At the stone of
	Erech they shall stand again
	Hear there horn in hills enchants
	Who shall call them
	From grey twilight
	Forgotten ones?
	Out of doubt, out of dark
	Hope rekindles, and hope in end
	Over death, over dread
	Over doom lifted
	Out of loss, out of life
	And out of doubt, out of dark
	Over death, over dread
	Out of loss,
	Unto a long glory...
	The heir of him to whom the oath they swore
	From the North he shall come
	And he shall pass the door
	To the Paths of the
	Dead Mourn not overmuch - mighty was the fallen
	And war now calls us!
	And hear there horn in hills ringing
	Who shall call them from grey twilight

	zuo qu : B. K., Summoning, Tolkien
	Over the land there lies the long shadow.
	Westward reaching wings of darkness
	The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings
	The doom approaches the
	Dead awaken
	For the hour is come for the oathbreakers
	At the stone of
	Erech they shall stand again
	Hear there horn in hills enchants
	Who shall call them
	From grey twilight
	Forgotten ones?
	Out of doubt, out of dark
	Hope rekindles, and hope in end
	Over death, over dread
	Over doom lifted
	Out of loss, out of life
	And out of doubt, out of dark
	Over death, over dread
	Out of loss,
	Unto a long glory...
	The heir of him to whom the oath they swore
	From the North he shall come
	And he shall pass the door
	To the Paths of the
	Dead Mourn not overmuch mighty was the fallen
	And war now calls us!
	And hear there horn in hills ringing
	Who shall call them from grey twilight

	zuò qǔ : B. K., Summoning, Tolkien
	Over the land there lies the long shadow.
	Westward reaching wings of darkness
	The Tower trembles to the tombs of kings
	The doom approaches the
	Dead awaken
	For the hour is come for the oathbreakers
	At the stone of
	Erech they shall stand again
	Hear there horn in hills enchants
	Who shall call them
	From grey twilight
	Forgotten ones?
	Out of doubt, out of dark
	Hope rekindles, and hope in end
	Over death, over dread
	Over doom lifted
	Out of loss, out of life
	And out of doubt, out of dark
	Over death, over dread
	Out of loss,
	Unto a long glory...
	The heir of him to whom the oath they swore
	From the North he shall come
	And he shall pass the door
	To the Paths of the
	Dead Mourn not overmuch mighty was the fallen
	And war now calls us!
	And hear there horn in hills ringing
	Who shall call them from grey twilight

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