歌曲 | Miracle of Life |
歌手 | Yngwie Malmsteen |
专辑 | Angels of Love |
作词 : Malmsteen | |
Crusade after crusade | |
Defending the faith and the holy light | |
I come to your aid | |
Fear not my fair maiden, fear not | |
I'm set to attack | |
No deamons or dragons | |
will hold me back | |
There's strenght in my sword | |
Fall into my arms and I'll take you back | |
When the cold wind starts to blow | |
Into battle I shall go | |
Any tower I will climb | |
I can fight you folded blind | |
I would die for my king and my land | |
But I must die | |
with my sword in my hand | |
Raise my cup in honour of the lord | |
Gives the power I need | |
to wield my sword | |
So much stronger than you | |
No power, no God cannot heed you | |
You're my sacrifice | |
You know in the end | |
you must pay the price | |
You are my Prey | |
I am the slayer, the predator | |
You'll never grow old | |
No armour or sword will save your soul | |
Clash of lance, clash of shield | |
In the end you must yield | |
You're a ghost inside my head | |
I will see you good and dead | |
I would die for my king and my land | |
But I must die | |
with my sword in my hand | |
Raise my cup in honour of the lord | |
Gives the power I need | |
to wield my sword |
zuò cí : Malmsteen | |
Crusade after crusade | |
Defending the faith and the holy light | |
I come to your aid | |
Fear not my fair maiden, fear not | |
I' m set to attack | |
No deamons or dragons | |
will hold me back | |
There' s strenght in my sword | |
Fall into my arms and I' ll take you back | |
When the cold wind starts to blow | |
Into battle I shall go | |
Any tower I will climb | |
I can fight you folded blind | |
I would die for my king and my land | |
But I must die | |
with my sword in my hand | |
Raise my cup in honour of the lord | |
Gives the power I need | |
to wield my sword | |
So much stronger than you | |
No power, no God cannot heed you | |
You' re my sacrifice | |
You know in the end | |
you must pay the price | |
You are my Prey | |
I am the slayer, the predator | |
You' ll never grow old | |
No armour or sword will save your soul | |
Clash of lance, clash of shield | |
In the end you must yield | |
You' re a ghost inside my head | |
I will see you good and dead | |
I would die for my king and my land | |
But I must die | |
with my sword in my hand | |
Raise my cup in honour of the lord | |
Gives the power I need | |
to wield my sword |