作曲 : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
Cohorts! – Regather! | |
Blood is running down my tiring hands | |
Falling as pure red dew on the ground | |
A pulse of drums fills the air | |
Death is all around me | |
Dea Tacita a grim companion | |
For roman glory | |
A deafening calm | |
Is screaming “forward” | |
And again we face the hordes | |
Painted beasts - in boiling rage | |
Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate | |
Hell's unleashed in screams of agony | |
When first I raised the tempest | |
I call on Mars to guide us | |
Nothing here, nothing else | |
To save us from the storm | |
Sacrifice the world and its | |
Progress to salvation | |
Quirites, sons of Rome | |
Ruins of mankind must be overthrown | |
This is the dawning tempest | |
Now, I am becoming death | |
A destroyer of worlds and | |
A lost soul on a path through ruins | |
Condemned to grow and cursed to follow | |
Ten thousand men on my command | |
Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious | |
Painted beasts – rage amongst us | |
Colliding worlds so fierce and cold | |
A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow | |
And again we face the hordes | |
Deeply staring into the eyes of fate | |
A taste of doom sealed with blood | |
Sacrificing the world to hate |
zuo qu : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
Cohorts! Regather! | |
Blood is running down my tiring hands | |
Falling as pure red dew on the ground | |
A pulse of drums fills the air | |
Death is all around me | |
Dea Tacita a grim companion | |
For roman glory | |
A deafening calm | |
Is screaming " forward" | |
And again we face the hordes | |
Painted beasts in boiling rage | |
Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate | |
Hell' s unleashed in screams of agony | |
When first I raised the tempest | |
I call on Mars to guide us | |
Nothing here, nothing else | |
To save us from the storm | |
Sacrifice the world and its | |
Progress to salvation | |
Quirites, sons of Rome | |
Ruins of mankind must be overthrown | |
This is the dawning tempest | |
Now, I am becoming death | |
A destroyer of worlds and | |
A lost soul on a path through ruins | |
Condemned to grow and cursed to follow | |
Ten thousand men on my command | |
Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious | |
Painted beasts rage amongst us | |
Colliding worlds so fierce and cold | |
A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow | |
And again we face the hordes | |
Deeply staring into the eyes of fate | |
A taste of doom sealed with blood | |
Sacrificing the world to hate |
zuò qǔ : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
Cohorts! Regather! | |
Blood is running down my tiring hands | |
Falling as pure red dew on the ground | |
A pulse of drums fills the air | |
Death is all around me | |
Dea Tacita a grim companion | |
For roman glory | |
A deafening calm | |
Is screaming " forward" | |
And again we face the hordes | |
Painted beasts in boiling rage | |
Deeply staring into the eyes of inevitable fate | |
Hell' s unleashed in screams of agony | |
When first I raised the tempest | |
I call on Mars to guide us | |
Nothing here, nothing else | |
To save us from the storm | |
Sacrifice the world and its | |
Progress to salvation | |
Quirites, sons of Rome | |
Ruins of mankind must be overthrown | |
This is the dawning tempest | |
Now, I am becoming death | |
A destroyer of worlds and | |
A lost soul on a path through ruins | |
Condemned to grow and cursed to follow | |
Ten thousand men on my command | |
Hordes of tribesmen wild and furious | |
Painted beasts rage amongst us | |
Colliding worlds so fierce and cold | |
A feast of flesh in the eyes of a crow | |
And again we face the hordes | |
Deeply staring into the eyes of fate | |
A taste of doom sealed with blood | |
Sacrificing the world to hate |