歌曲 | Fields in Flames |
歌手 | Korpiklaani |
专辑 | Voice of Wilderness |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jonne | |
They rode | |
Those two hundred men | |
Narrow roads | |
Through this dark cold land | |
They burnt all villages | |
They raped and destroyed | |
Took gold, silber and coins | |
Taxes to King was their mission | |
But pain and sorrow they left | |
They drank all booze | |
They stole and killed | |
Fields in Flames and | |
Families without homes | |
Men with their golden swords | |
Horses' armoured heads | |
Iron harassed hard | |
Blades of weapons slashed | |
In silence the village lie down | |
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow | |
One man of these men of the death | |
One man, broke down | |
Down he went with insanity | |
Down man, lunatic | |
He lit the fire under the house | |
You could only see his feet | |
He burnt away his insanity | |
Burnt away those memories | |
Men with their golden swords | |
Horses' armoured heads | |
Iron harassed hard | |
Blades of weapons slashed | |
In silence the village lie down | |
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow |
zuo qu : Jonne | |
They rode | |
Those two hundred men | |
Narrow roads | |
Through this dark cold land | |
They burnt all villages | |
They raped and destroyed | |
Took gold, silber and coins | |
Taxes to King was their mission | |
But pain and sorrow they left | |
They drank all booze | |
They stole and killed | |
Fields in Flames and | |
Families without homes | |
Men with their golden swords | |
Horses' armoured heads | |
Iron harassed hard | |
Blades of weapons slashed | |
In silence the village lie down | |
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow | |
One man of these men of the death | |
One man, broke down | |
Down he went with insanity | |
Down man, lunatic | |
He lit the fire under the house | |
You could only see his feet | |
He burnt away his insanity | |
Burnt away those memories | |
Men with their golden swords | |
Horses' armoured heads | |
Iron harassed hard | |
Blades of weapons slashed | |
In silence the village lie down | |
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow |
zuò qǔ : Jonne | |
They rode | |
Those two hundred men | |
Narrow roads | |
Through this dark cold land | |
They burnt all villages | |
They raped and destroyed | |
Took gold, silber and coins | |
Taxes to King was their mission | |
But pain and sorrow they left | |
They drank all booze | |
They stole and killed | |
Fields in Flames and | |
Families without homes | |
Men with their golden swords | |
Horses' armoured heads | |
Iron harassed hard | |
Blades of weapons slashed | |
In silence the village lie down | |
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow | |
One man of these men of the death | |
One man, broke down | |
Down he went with insanity | |
Down man, lunatic | |
He lit the fire under the house | |
You could only see his feet | |
He burnt away his insanity | |
Burnt away those memories | |
Men with their golden swords | |
Horses' armoured heads | |
Iron harassed hard | |
Blades of weapons slashed | |
In silence the village lie down | |
Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow |