Traitors Gate

Traitors Gate Lyrics

Song Traitors Gate
Artist Primordial
Album To The Nameless Dead
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作曲 : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga ...
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But frugments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows of cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruid
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold
The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who´s Midas touch an Iron Fist
All the world proclaiming
Yesterday´s man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
His brother as tomorrows Dictator
zuo qu : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga ...
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But frugments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows of cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruid
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold
The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who s Midas touch an Iron Fist
All the world proclaiming
Yesterday s man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
His brother as tomorrows Dictator
zuò qǔ : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga ...
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But frugments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows of cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruid
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold
The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who s Midas touch an Iron Fist
All the world proclaiming
Yesterday s man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
His brother as tomorrows Dictator
Traitors Gate Lyrics
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