Song | Fallen to Ruin |
Artist | Primordial |
Album | Storm Before Calm |
作曲 : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga | |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? | |
Can't you hear | |
Dread Words from | |
Traitors Tongues | |
Sister, Few | |
Honours are left standing | |
Proud In this world | |
They have made the soil ever barren | |
Our Legends but | |
Shadows, Idle and | |
Fallen to | |
Ruin My Heart, | |
Knows Falsehood | |
Prevails In this, the | |
Long Winter of the | |
Spirit We have | |
Born Witness to | |
False Judgement | |
Yet against all this | |
I carry the | |
Fight, Beyond the | |
Ages The Wolves shall echo my rallying | |
Cry An Oath, | |
Sworn of Ancient | |
Blood Haunting the | |
Usurpers through plague (and Pestilence) | |
Through Tempest, across the | |
Raging Seas (my rage) as a | |
Bolt of Lightning | |
Within a clenched | |
Fist... seeking | |
Retribution | |
Know That when there is | |
Nothing left in this world | |
I will come for you | |
No Ideal not | |
Scarred and | |
Worn No hope not | |
Shattered and | |
Torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it's Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless...] |
zuò qǔ : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga | |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? | |
Can' t you hear | |
Dread Words from | |
Traitors Tongues | |
Sister, Few | |
Honours are left standing | |
Proud In this world | |
They have made the soil ever barren | |
Our Legends but | |
Shadows, Idle and | |
Fallen to | |
Ruin My Heart, | |
Knows Falsehood | |
Prevails In this, the | |
Long Winter of the | |
Spirit We have | |
Born Witness to | |
False Judgement | |
Yet against all this | |
I carry the | |
Fight, Beyond the | |
Ages The Wolves shall echo my rallying | |
Cry An Oath, | |
Sworn of Ancient | |
Blood Haunting the | |
Usurpers through plague and Pestilence | |
Through Tempest, across the | |
Raging Seas my rage as a | |
Bolt of Lightning | |
Within a clenched | |
Fist... seeking | |
Retribution | |
Know That when there is | |
Nothing left in this world | |
I will come for you | |
No Ideal not | |
Scarred and | |
Worn No hope not | |
Shattered and | |
Torn I will come for you The old heart of the earth calls it' s Children, Children of Destitution and Pain, Bloodied yet unbowed. We are Order in the eye of chaos, the Gods to the Godless... |