Song | Blood and Honor |
Artist | Ironsword |
Album | Overlord of Chaos |
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作曲 : Ironsword | |
The day dawns rending the sky | |
Unsheathed swords held up high | |
Gods of war hear my battle cry | |
For many warriors today shall die | |
Marching with a trumpet's din | |
As each king boasts their kin | |
I fight the battles in glory vain | |
So that braggart kings may reign | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Across the battle plain | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Choosers of the slain | |
Valhalla's gates open wide | |
For fallen heroes that have died | |
White winged steeds sweep the field | |
Yet my spirit I shall not yield | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Across the battle plain | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Choosers of the slain | |
Whatever toils I faced before | |
The scent of treachery I bore | |
I've fed on wrath and on hate | |
Their own bane forged my fate | |
Kings choked in their own moans | |
Let the vultures pluck their bones | |
They have tried to put me down | |
Now their heads roll on the ground | |
(Repeat chorus) |
zuo qu : Ironsword | |
The day dawns rending the sky | |
Unsheathed swords held up high | |
Gods of war hear my battle cry | |
For many warriors today shall die | |
Marching with a trumpet' s din | |
As each king boasts their kin | |
I fight the battles in glory vain | |
So that braggart kings may reign | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Across the battle plain | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Choosers of the slain | |
Valhalla' s gates open wide | |
For fallen heroes that have died | |
White winged steeds sweep the field | |
Yet my spirit I shall not yield | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Across the battle plain | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Choosers of the slain | |
Whatever toils I faced before | |
The scent of treachery I bore | |
I' ve fed on wrath and on hate | |
Their own bane forged my fate | |
Kings choked in their own moans | |
Let the vultures pluck their bones | |
They have tried to put me down | |
Now their heads roll on the ground | |
Repeat chorus |
zuò qǔ : Ironsword | |
The day dawns rending the sky | |
Unsheathed swords held up high | |
Gods of war hear my battle cry | |
For many warriors today shall die | |
Marching with a trumpet' s din | |
As each king boasts their kin | |
I fight the battles in glory vain | |
So that braggart kings may reign | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Across the battle plain | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Choosers of the slain | |
Valhalla' s gates open wide | |
For fallen heroes that have died | |
White winged steeds sweep the field | |
Yet my spirit I shall not yield | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Across the battle plain | |
Ride maidens ride | |
Choosers of the slain | |
Whatever toils I faced before | |
The scent of treachery I bore | |
I' ve fed on wrath and on hate | |
Their own bane forged my fate | |
Kings choked in their own moans | |
Let the vultures pluck their bones | |
They have tried to put me down | |
Now their heads roll on the ground | |
Repeat chorus |