Song | The Bastard Sapling |
Artist | Hammers of Misfortune |
Album | The Bastard |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
The forest lends its life to me | |
And loyal to her oaken creed | |
On her ethereal wind I rove | |
Up above the race I loathe | |
My roots are flesh and blood | |
But supple as the soil they suck | |
A bastard sapling When winter | |
Calls me down and brings me life | |
And when the nights falling down on me | |
I watch the demons fly | |
I wake the trees and give them speech | |
Their words teach me the ills of mankind | |
Walk this path and feel my pain | |
For this hatred and disdain | |
My birth is still a mystery | |
Unto the skies and the earth I plead | |
An explanation for this curse | |
Be it gold, be it dirt | |
I feel a darkness drawing near | |
Barbaric voices invade my kingdom | |
Lurking shadows follow me | |
Of a man I cannot see | |
The earth casts shadows on this race | |
I claim no party to this disgrace | |
To bear his form and not his mind | |
To my past this world is blind |
zuo qu : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
The forest lends its life to me | |
And loyal to her oaken creed | |
On her ethereal wind I rove | |
Up above the race I loathe | |
My roots are flesh and blood | |
But supple as the soil they suck | |
A bastard sapling When winter | |
Calls me down and brings me life | |
And when the nights falling down on me | |
I watch the demons fly | |
I wake the trees and give them speech | |
Their words teach me the ills of mankind | |
Walk this path and feel my pain | |
For this hatred and disdain | |
My birth is still a mystery | |
Unto the skies and the earth I plead | |
An explanation for this curse | |
Be it gold, be it dirt | |
I feel a darkness drawing near | |
Barbaric voices invade my kingdom | |
Lurking shadows follow me | |
Of a man I cannot see | |
The earth casts shadows on this race | |
I claim no party to this disgrace | |
To bear his form and not his mind | |
To my past this world is blind |
zuò qǔ : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
The forest lends its life to me | |
And loyal to her oaken creed | |
On her ethereal wind I rove | |
Up above the race I loathe | |
My roots are flesh and blood | |
But supple as the soil they suck | |
A bastard sapling When winter | |
Calls me down and brings me life | |
And when the nights falling down on me | |
I watch the demons fly | |
I wake the trees and give them speech | |
Their words teach me the ills of mankind | |
Walk this path and feel my pain | |
For this hatred and disdain | |
My birth is still a mystery | |
Unto the skies and the earth I plead | |
An explanation for this curse | |
Be it gold, be it dirt | |
I feel a darkness drawing near | |
Barbaric voices invade my kingdom | |
Lurking shadows follow me | |
Of a man I cannot see | |
The earth casts shadows on this race | |
I claim no party to this disgrace | |
To bear his form and not his mind | |
To my past this world is blind |