作曲 : Potvin, Potvin | |
The journey was tiring | |
The winds were our sole nourishment | |
We quenched our thirst with the dew | |
We crossed the barren lands | |
Looking for what shan't be found | |
This is the story of a lost squadron | |
Searching for the source | |
To mend its chaotic destiny | |
We're like dead flowers | |
Even before the first buds appear | |
Our senses only grasp | |
The unattainable shadow of our spirit | |
We walk backwards, | |
Towards the beginning of nothingness | |
Straight core | |
We need a breath all the time | |
Strength blood | |
Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies | |
And our enemies' weapons challenge our own | |
Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen | |
And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living | |
Straight core | |
We need a breath all the time | |
Strength blood | |
Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
Our mistake can't be measured anymore | |
We have spread terror far and wide | |
And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth | |
Darken the sky forever |
zuo qu : Potvin, Potvin | |
The journey was tiring | |
The winds were our sole nourishment | |
We quenched our thirst with the dew | |
We crossed the barren lands | |
Looking for what shan' t be found | |
This is the story of a lost squadron | |
Searching for the source | |
To mend its chaotic destiny | |
We' re like dead flowers | |
Even before the first buds appear | |
Our senses only grasp | |
The unattainable shadow of our spirit | |
We walk backwards, | |
Towards the beginning of nothingness | |
Straight core | |
We need a breath all the time | |
Strength blood | |
Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies | |
And our enemies' weapons challenge our own | |
Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen | |
And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living | |
Straight core | |
We need a breath all the time | |
Strength blood | |
Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
Our mistake can' t be measured anymore | |
We have spread terror far and wide | |
And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth | |
Darken the sky forever |
zuò qǔ : Potvin, Potvin | |
The journey was tiring | |
The winds were our sole nourishment | |
We quenched our thirst with the dew | |
We crossed the barren lands | |
Looking for what shan' t be found | |
This is the story of a lost squadron | |
Searching for the source | |
To mend its chaotic destiny | |
We' re like dead flowers | |
Even before the first buds appear | |
Our senses only grasp | |
The unattainable shadow of our spirit | |
We walk backwards, | |
Towards the beginning of nothingness | |
Straight core | |
We need a breath all the time | |
Strength blood | |
Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies | |
And our enemies' weapons challenge our own | |
Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen | |
And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living | |
Straight core | |
We need a breath all the time | |
Strength blood | |
Concrete seclusion is still alive | |
Our mistake can' t be measured anymore | |
We have spread terror far and wide | |
And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth | |
Darken the sky forever |