Song | Shores In Flames |
Artist | Bathory |
Album | Hammerheart |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Quorthon | |
Mother winter leaves our land | |
And opens wide the seas | |
The lukewarm breeze does beckon me | |
As it whispers through the trees | |
It says: Set your sails | |
And let me take your ship to foreign shores | |
Take farewell of those near you | |
And your land of the North! | |
The wild cold deep black ocean's waves | |
Invites my hungry heart | |
Cry not my love I'll return | |
Only death can keep us apart | |
Oden in the sky up high | |
Let the Ravens of yours fly | |
To guide us on our sail to foreign shores | |
Let your Ravens fly | |
The wind blows through my hair | |
And fills our sails with hope and pride | |
Caress these lines of Oak, wind | |
Do not throw us all aside | |
The wild cold deep black ocean's waves | |
As wide as sky above | |
Carry us, oh, Gods of sea | |
Don't take us down below | |
Now approach the shore at dawn | |
All is still the light of daybreak is yet to be born | |
Clad in morning dew asleep | |
The city's walls rise before us men from the seas | |
Carrying cold steel at our sides | |
No time to lose at sunbirth we attack the city by surprise | |
Down the coastlines with the wind we reign | |
Men of the North we leave the shores in flames | |
Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
Fire! | |
Tor of thunder way up high | |
Swing your Hammer that cracks the sky | |
Send the wind to fill our sails and take us home | |
Guide your sons, us, home | |
When the wind cries out my name | |
And time has come for me to die | |
Then wrap me in my cape | |
And lay my sword down at my side | |
Then place me on a ship of Oak | |
And let it drift with tide | |
Let the flames purify my soul | |
On its way to hall up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Fire! |
zuo ci : Quorthon | |
Mother winter leaves our land | |
And opens wide the seas | |
The lukewarm breeze does beckon me | |
As it whispers through the trees | |
It says: Set your sails | |
And let me take your ship to foreign shores | |
Take farewell of those near you | |
And your land of the North! | |
The wild cold deep black ocean' s waves | |
Invites my hungry heart | |
Cry not my love I' ll return | |
Only death can keep us apart | |
Oden in the sky up high | |
Let the Ravens of yours fly | |
To guide us on our sail to foreign shores | |
Let your Ravens fly | |
The wind blows through my hair | |
And fills our sails with hope and pride | |
Caress these lines of Oak, wind | |
Do not throw us all aside | |
The wild cold deep black ocean' s waves | |
As wide as sky above | |
Carry us, oh, Gods of sea | |
Don' t take us down below | |
Now approach the shore at dawn | |
All is still the light of daybreak is yet to be born | |
Clad in morning dew asleep | |
The city' s walls rise before us men from the seas | |
Carrying cold steel at our sides | |
No time to lose at sunbirth we attack the city by surprise | |
Down the coastlines with the wind we reign | |
Men of the North we leave the shores in flames | |
Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
Fire! | |
Tor of thunder way up high | |
Swing your Hammer that cracks the sky | |
Send the wind to fill our sails and take us home | |
Guide your sons, us, home | |
When the wind cries out my name | |
And time has come for me to die | |
Then wrap me in my cape | |
And lay my sword down at my side | |
Then place me on a ship of Oak | |
And let it drift with tide | |
Let the flames purify my soul | |
On its way to hall up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Fire! |
zuò cí : Quorthon | |
Mother winter leaves our land | |
And opens wide the seas | |
The lukewarm breeze does beckon me | |
As it whispers through the trees | |
It says: Set your sails | |
And let me take your ship to foreign shores | |
Take farewell of those near you | |
And your land of the North! | |
The wild cold deep black ocean' s waves | |
Invites my hungry heart | |
Cry not my love I' ll return | |
Only death can keep us apart | |
Oden in the sky up high | |
Let the Ravens of yours fly | |
To guide us on our sail to foreign shores | |
Let your Ravens fly | |
The wind blows through my hair | |
And fills our sails with hope and pride | |
Caress these lines of Oak, wind | |
Do not throw us all aside | |
The wild cold deep black ocean' s waves | |
As wide as sky above | |
Carry us, oh, Gods of sea | |
Don' t take us down below | |
Now approach the shore at dawn | |
All is still the light of daybreak is yet to be born | |
Clad in morning dew asleep | |
The city' s walls rise before us men from the seas | |
Carrying cold steel at our sides | |
No time to lose at sunbirth we attack the city by surprise | |
Down the coastlines with the wind we reign | |
Men of the North we leave the shores in flames | |
Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
Shores in Flames Shores in Flames | |
Fire! | |
Tor of thunder way up high | |
Swing your Hammer that cracks the sky | |
Send the wind to fill our sails and take us home | |
Guide your sons, us, home | |
When the wind cries out my name | |
And time has come for me to die | |
Then wrap me in my cape | |
And lay my sword down at my side | |
Then place me on a ship of Oak | |
And let it drift with tide | |
Let the flames purify my soul | |
On its way to hall up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Up high | |
Fire! |