歌曲 | White Wolves |
歌手 | Crystal Eyes |
专辑 | Confessions of the Maker |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dahl, Götesson | |
The day of our revenge is dawning with a chilling haze | |
Like the day we fell from grace | |
It was a shameful black day when our bravery failed | |
But today valour shall prevail | |
Under the rising sun the mist of the morning clears, | |
Revealing a forest of spears | |
A loathsome crawling mass of filth, roaring with bloodlust | |
Well, this time they will be crushed | |
Charge! | |
The thunder of pounding hooves below | |
Heralds the doom of our foes | |
Like thunder we descend upon our prey | |
For our shame they will pay | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
With the sound of horns and the rumbling roll of drums | |
We attack the tainted scum | |
Shouting war cries like howling wolves we ride down the slope | |
Our hearts filled with fierce joy and hope | |
No more shall we have to feel the infamous bitter pain, | |
Or bow our heads in shame | |
By death or victory our honour shall be restored | |
So, in the name of our Lord | |
Charge! | |
The thunder of pounding hooves below | |
Heralds the doom of our foes | |
Like thunder we descend upon our prey | |
For our shame they will pay | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
With fury singing in our veins | |
We smite our fallen leader's bane | |
Our hammers are smashing a gory | |
Path to redemption and sweet glory | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
Into battle and war |
zuo qu : Dahl, G tesson | |
The day of our revenge is dawning with a chilling haze | |
Like the day we fell from grace | |
It was a shameful black day when our bravery failed | |
But today valour shall prevail | |
Under the rising sun the mist of the morning clears, | |
Revealing a forest of spears | |
A loathsome crawling mass of filth, roaring with bloodlust | |
Well, this time they will be crushed | |
Charge! | |
The thunder of pounding hooves below | |
Heralds the doom of our foes | |
Like thunder we descend upon our prey | |
For our shame they will pay | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
With the sound of horns and the rumbling roll of drums | |
We attack the tainted scum | |
Shouting war cries like howling wolves we ride down the slope | |
Our hearts filled with fierce joy and hope | |
No more shall we have to feel the infamous bitter pain, | |
Or bow our heads in shame | |
By death or victory our honour shall be restored | |
So, in the name of our Lord | |
Charge! | |
The thunder of pounding hooves below | |
Heralds the doom of our foes | |
Like thunder we descend upon our prey | |
For our shame they will pay | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
With fury singing in our veins | |
We smite our fallen leader' s bane | |
Our hammers are smashing a gory | |
Path to redemption and sweet glory | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
Into battle and war |
zuò qǔ : Dahl, G tesson | |
The day of our revenge is dawning with a chilling haze | |
Like the day we fell from grace | |
It was a shameful black day when our bravery failed | |
But today valour shall prevail | |
Under the rising sun the mist of the morning clears, | |
Revealing a forest of spears | |
A loathsome crawling mass of filth, roaring with bloodlust | |
Well, this time they will be crushed | |
Charge! | |
The thunder of pounding hooves below | |
Heralds the doom of our foes | |
Like thunder we descend upon our prey | |
For our shame they will pay | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
With the sound of horns and the rumbling roll of drums | |
We attack the tainted scum | |
Shouting war cries like howling wolves we ride down the slope | |
Our hearts filled with fierce joy and hope | |
No more shall we have to feel the infamous bitter pain, | |
Or bow our heads in shame | |
By death or victory our honour shall be restored | |
So, in the name of our Lord | |
Charge! | |
The thunder of pounding hooves below | |
Heralds the doom of our foes | |
Like thunder we descend upon our prey | |
For our shame they will pay | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
With fury singing in our veins | |
We smite our fallen leader' s bane | |
Our hammers are smashing a gory | |
Path to redemption and sweet glory | |
Might and honour | |
Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride | |
Might and valour | |
Once again the White Company of Wolves rides | |
Into battle and war | |
Into battle and war |