歌曲 | Limb From Limb |
歌手 | Protest the Hero |
专辑 | Gallop Meets The Earth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan | |
In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear | |
Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland | |
Crack their skulls in the cauldron | |
For invading our front and she’ll stop the hammer fall | |
Just know this place could burn us all | |
We forge our weapons in the furnace | |
So our hides are like oak tree stumps | |
Tonight beg before me and | |
I’ll heed your appeal | |
With your final words be grateful you die by | |
Irish steel | |
Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed | |
The heavens would not desecrate their games with your admittance | |
Do not beg before me, | |
I will not heed your appeal | |
With your final words be grateful you die by | |
Irish steel | |
Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed | |
Do not crawl before me, | |
I will not heed your appeal | |
Son of flesh | |
I cast you out | |
Into exile for reverence | |
Flidais rides again | |
Flidais rides again | |
She is the forest, she is the rain | |
She is the huntress, she is the | |
She is the dusk and she is the dawn | |
She is the moon and she is the sun | |
See her bellow out, see her, see her | |
Bellow out in anger | |
See her raise an infant fawn | |
She is drawn by a | |
God of sovereignty | |
She is here, she is gone | |
She is here, she is gone | |
She is gone |
Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan | |
In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear | |
Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland | |
Crack their skulls in the cauldron | |
For invading our front and she' ll stop the hammer fall | |
Just know this place could burn us all | |
We forge our weapons in the furnace | |
So our hides are like oak tree stumps | |
Tonight beg before me and | |
I' ll heed your appeal | |
With your final words be grateful you die by | |
Irish steel | |
Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed | |
The heavens would not desecrate their games with your admittance | |
Do not beg before me, | |
I will not heed your appeal | |
With your final words be grateful you die by | |
Irish steel | |
Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed | |
Do not crawl before me, | |
I will not heed your appeal | |
Son of flesh | |
I cast you out | |
Into exile for reverence | |
Flidais rides again | |
Flidais rides again | |
She is the forest, she is the rain | |
She is the huntress, she is the | |
She is the dusk and she is the dawn | |
She is the moon and she is the sun | |
See her bellow out, see her, see her | |
Bellow out in anger | |
See her raise an infant fawn | |
She is drawn by a | |
God of sovereignty | |
She is here, she is gone | |
She is here, she is gone | |
She is gone |
Split the sky asunder, a noble huntress of the clan | |
In your left hand raise a sword, in your right hand cast a spear | |
Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland | |
Crack their skulls in the cauldron | |
For invading our front and she' ll stop the hammer fall | |
Just know this place could burn us all | |
We forge our weapons in the furnace | |
So our hides are like oak tree stumps | |
Tonight beg before me and | |
I' ll heed your appeal | |
With your final words be grateful you die by | |
Irish steel | |
Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed | |
The heavens would not desecrate their games with your admittance | |
Do not beg before me, | |
I will not heed your appeal | |
With your final words be grateful you die by | |
Irish steel | |
Do not beg before me, your fate has been revealed | |
Do not crawl before me, | |
I will not heed your appeal | |
Son of flesh | |
I cast you out | |
Into exile for reverence | |
Flidais rides again | |
Flidais rides again | |
She is the forest, she is the rain | |
She is the huntress, she is the | |
She is the dusk and she is the dawn | |
She is the moon and she is the sun | |
See her bellow out, see her, see her | |
Bellow out in anger | |
See her raise an infant fawn | |
She is drawn by a | |
God of sovereignty | |
She is here, she is gone | |
She is here, she is gone | |
She is gone |