Song | Empire Falls |
Artist | Primordial |
Album | To The Nameless Dead |
作曲 : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga ... | |
A cold wind is blowing | |
Through the graves it is blowing | |
And it bares a poisoned tongue | |
And the foul breath of deceit | |
And I am my Fathers Son | |
And his deeds | |
Cannot be undone, be undone | |
And you trade in his blood | |
Writing your history | |
In the sacrifices of the dead | |
Where is the fighting man? | |
Am I he? | |
You would trade every truth | |
For hollow victories | |
For hollow victories | |
And every empire will fall | |
Every monument crumble | |
Forgotten men who watch, who watch the centuries | |
Whose silent words rise up | |
Rise up in betrayal | |
And we will rise up | |
Rise up in betrayal | |
Where is the fighting man? | |
Am I he? | |
You would trade every truth | |
For hollow victories | |
For hollow victories | |
Every empire falls | |
And the Earth to ashes turn | |
The lands of my birth | |
Shall be my tomb | |
And these are the lands, the lands of my birth | |
Soon to be ruins, ruins of my past | |
And when the sky should fall | |
The Earth to ashes turn | |
Then you will know they shall be my tomb | |
Where is the fighting man? | |
I am he! | |
You would trade every truth | |
For hollow victories | |
For hollow victories |
zuò qǔ : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga ... | |
A cold wind is blowing | |
Through the graves it is blowing | |
And it bares a poisoned tongue | |
And the foul breath of deceit | |
And I am my Fathers Son | |
And his deeds | |
Cannot be undone, be undone | |
And you trade in his blood | |
Writing your history | |
In the sacrifices of the dead | |
Where is the fighting man? | |
Am I he? | |
You would trade every truth | |
For hollow victories | |
For hollow victories | |
And every empire will fall | |
Every monument crumble | |
Forgotten men who watch, who watch the centuries | |
Whose silent words rise up | |
Rise up in betrayal | |
And we will rise up | |
Rise up in betrayal | |
Where is the fighting man? | |
Am I he? | |
You would trade every truth | |
For hollow victories | |
For hollow victories | |
Every empire falls | |
And the Earth to ashes turn | |
The lands of my birth | |
Shall be my tomb | |
And these are the lands, the lands of my birth | |
Soon to be ruins, ruins of my past | |
And when the sky should fall | |
The Earth to ashes turn | |
Then you will know they shall be my tomb | |
Where is the fighting man? | |
I am he! | |
You would trade every truth | |
For hollow victories | |
For hollow victories |