Traitors Gate

	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

	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