Song | Buccaneers Inn |
Artist | Battlelore |
Album | Sword's Song |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Battlelore, Vahvanen | |
Numenorean corsairs | |
Your sons have stepped ashore | |
From the battle and storms | |
With northern fleets | |
Great treasure they fought | |
From the shores of | |
Gondor Drove their men into the sea | |
It's time for the feast | |
To the habour of | |
Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
Your pitful slaves now row | |
Tonight we will celebrate | |
Open your barrels | |
Bring me your finest wine | |
Where are the women? | |
Your heroes have arrived | |
No sleep tonight my friends | |
It's time for the pleasures | |
Because it is soon another day | |
And our ship leaves again | |
Fill my mug, | |
I just want to forget | |
All the troubles and fighting | |
And the ghosts in my head | |
Dancing and drinking | |
In Buccaneers | |
Inn And later tonight it's time for sin | |
No need to worry the future | |
Let's live the moment | |
It's our time we are not going to waste it | |
The morning seems like torment | |
To the habour of | |
Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
Your pitful slaves now row | |
Tonight we will celebrate |
zuo qu : Battlelore, Vahvanen | |
Numenorean corsairs | |
Your sons have stepped ashore | |
From the battle and storms | |
With northern fleets | |
Great treasure they fought | |
From the shores of | |
Gondor Drove their men into the sea | |
It' s time for the feast | |
To the habour of | |
Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
Your pitful slaves now row | |
Tonight we will celebrate | |
Open your barrels | |
Bring me your finest wine | |
Where are the women? | |
Your heroes have arrived | |
No sleep tonight my friends | |
It' s time for the pleasures | |
Because it is soon another day | |
And our ship leaves again | |
Fill my mug, | |
I just want to forget | |
All the troubles and fighting | |
And the ghosts in my head | |
Dancing and drinking | |
In Buccaneers | |
Inn And later tonight it' s time for sin | |
No need to worry the future | |
Let' s live the moment | |
It' s our time we are not going to waste it | |
The morning seems like torment | |
To the habour of | |
Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
Your pitful slaves now row | |
Tonight we will celebrate |
zuò qǔ : Battlelore, Vahvanen | |
Numenorean corsairs | |
Your sons have stepped ashore | |
From the battle and storms | |
With northern fleets | |
Great treasure they fought | |
From the shores of | |
Gondor Drove their men into the sea | |
It' s time for the feast | |
To the habour of | |
Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
Your pitful slaves now row | |
Tonight we will celebrate | |
Open your barrels | |
Bring me your finest wine | |
Where are the women? | |
Your heroes have arrived | |
No sleep tonight my friends | |
It' s time for the pleasures | |
Because it is soon another day | |
And our ship leaves again | |
Fill my mug, | |
I just want to forget | |
All the troubles and fighting | |
And the ghosts in my head | |
Dancing and drinking | |
In Buccaneers | |
Inn And later tonight it' s time for sin | |
No need to worry the future | |
Let' s live the moment | |
It' s our time we are not going to waste it | |
The morning seems like torment | |
To the habour of | |
Umbar Like a wind we sail | |
Your pitful slaves now row | |
Tonight we will celebrate |