歌曲 | Culloden's Harvest |
歌手 | Déanta |
专辑 | Ready for the Storm |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McDonald |
[00:29.88] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[00:36.37] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[00:43.80] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[00:50.44] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:59.66] | 'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, |
[01:05.05] | But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
[01:12.41] | The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
[01:19.92] | As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. |
[01:28.82] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[01:35.31] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[01:41.50] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[01:49.54] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[02:12.59] | Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. |
[02:19.05] | McDonald in anger did no work at all. |
[02:26.65] | With musket and cannon against honour and courage. |
[02:33.35] | The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. |
[02:42.97] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[02:49.64] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[02:56.20] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[03:04.93] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[03:12.73] | Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, |
[03:19.96] | With only the memory of father and son. |
[03:26.54] | Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, |
[03:33.99] | The blackest of hours on this land has begun. |
[03:42.92] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[03:49.48] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[03:56.13] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[04:03.85] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : McDonald |
[00:29.88] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[00:36.37] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[00:43.80] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[00:50.44] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:59.66] | ' Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, |
[01:05.05] | But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
[01:12.41] | The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
[01:19.92] | As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. |
[01:28.82] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[01:35.31] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[01:41.50] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[01:49.54] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[02:12.59] | Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. |
[02:19.05] | McDonald in anger did no work at all. |
[02:26.65] | With musket and cannon against honour and courage. |
[02:33.35] | The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. |
[02:42.97] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[02:49.64] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[02:56.20] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[03:04.93] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[03:12.73] | Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, |
[03:19.96] | With only the memory of father and son. |
[03:26.54] | Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, |
[03:33.99] | The blackest of hours on this land has begun. |
[03:42.92] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[03:49.48] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[03:56.13] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[04:03.85] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McDonald |
[00:29.88] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[00:36.37] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[00:43.80] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[00:50.44] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:59.66] | ' Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, |
[01:05.05] | But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
[01:12.41] | The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
[01:19.92] | As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. |
[01:28.82] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[01:35.31] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[01:41.50] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[01:49.54] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[02:12.59] | Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. |
[02:19.05] | McDonald in anger did no work at all. |
[02:26.65] | With musket and cannon against honour and courage. |
[02:33.35] | The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. |
[02:42.97] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[02:49.64] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[02:56.20] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[03:04.93] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[03:12.73] | Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, |
[03:19.96] | With only the memory of father and son. |
[03:26.54] | Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, |
[03:33.99] | The blackest of hours on this land has begun. |
[03:42.92] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[03:49.48] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[03:56.13] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[04:03.85] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:29.88] | 冷风吹过荒野 |
[00:36.37] | 温暖着敌人的火光 |
[00:43.80] | 犹如克洛登曾经的丰收 |
[00:50.44] | 疼痛与畏惧伴着死亡增长 |
[00:59.66] | 是王子的爱让我们奋战德鲁莫西 |
[01:05.05] | 却在如此短暂的时间让我看到 |
[01:12.41] | 祖国之花被军队焚烧践踏 |
[01:19.92] | 红的惊心就像地狱的余烬 |
[01:28.82] | 冷风吹过荒野 |
[01:35.31] | 温暖着敌人的火光 |
[01:41.50] | 犹如克洛登曾经的丰收 |
[01:49.54] | 疼痛与畏惧伴着死亡增长 |
[02:12.59] | “红狐狸坎贝尔“”做了英格兰人该做的事 |
[02:19.05] | 愤怒的“麦克唐纳“”却一无所成 |
[02:26.65] | 当荣耀与英勇对抗的是火枪和大炮 |
[02:33.35] | 侵略者依然站着,我们的将士却倒下 |
[02:42.97] | 冷风吹过荒野 |
[02:49.64] | 温暖着敌人的火光 |
[02:56.20] | 犹如克洛登曾经的丰收 |
[03:04.93] | 疼痛与畏惧伴着死亡增长 |
[03:12.73] | 九位的母亲和孩子们被抛在一边哭泣 |
[03:19.96] | 她们有的只有父亲与儿子的记忆了 |
[03:26.54] | 她们的家园成为陌生人的避难所 |
[03:33.99] | 这片土地最黑暗的日子已经开始 |
[03:42.92] | 冷风吹过荒野 |
[03:49.48] | 温暖着敌人的火光 |
[03:56.13] | 犹如克洛登曾经的丰收 |
[04:03.85] | 疼痛与畏惧伴着死亡增长 |