Song | Nobody Asks To Be A Hero |
Artist | Hans Zimmer |
Album | Black Hawk Down Complete Score |
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[04:36.000] | The minstrel boy to the war is gone, |
[04:44.000] | In the ranks of death you'll find him; |
[04:53.000] | His father's sword he hath girded on, |
[05:01.000] | And his wild harp slung behind him; |
[05:10.000] | "Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard, |
[05:18.000] | "Tho' all the world betrays thee,“ |
[05:26.000] | One sword, at least, thy right shall guard, |
[05:35.000] | One faithful harp shall praise thee!" |
[06:16.000] | The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steel; |
[06:24.000] | Could not bring that proud soul under; |
[06:33.000] | The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again, |
[06:40.000] | For he tore its chords asunder; |
[06:51.000] | And said "No chains shall sully thee,“ |
[06:58.000] | Thou soul of love and brav'ry! |
[07:06.000] | Thy songs were made for the pure and free; |
[07:14.000] | They shall never sound in slavery! |
[04:36.000] | The minstrel boy to the war is gone, |
[04:44.000] | In the ranks of death you' ll find him |
[04:53.000] | His father' s sword he hath girded on, |
[05:01.000] | And his wild harp slung behind him |
[05:10.000] | " Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard, |
[05:18.000] | " Tho' all the world betrays thee," |
[05:26.000] | One sword, at least, thy right shall guard, |
[05:35.000] | One faithful harp shall praise thee!" |
[06:16.000] | The Minstrel fell! But the foeman' s steel |
[06:24.000] | Could not bring that proud soul under |
[06:33.000] | The harp he lov' d ne' er spoke again, |
[06:40.000] | For he tore its chords asunder |
[06:51.000] | And said " No chains shall sully thee," |
[06:58.000] | Thou soul of love and brav' ry! |
[07:06.000] | Thy songs were made for the pure and free |
[07:14.000] | They shall never sound in slavery! |
[04:36.000] | The minstrel boy to the war is gone, |
[04:44.000] | In the ranks of death you' ll find him |
[04:53.000] | His father' s sword he hath girded on, |
[05:01.000] | And his wild harp slung behind him |
[05:10.000] | " Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard, |
[05:18.000] | " Tho' all the world betrays thee," |
[05:26.000] | One sword, at least, thy right shall guard, |
[05:35.000] | One faithful harp shall praise thee!" |
[06:16.000] | The Minstrel fell! But the foeman' s steel |
[06:24.000] | Could not bring that proud soul under |
[06:33.000] | The harp he lov' d ne' er spoke again, |
[06:40.000] | For he tore its chords asunder |
[06:51.000] | And said " No chains shall sully thee," |
[06:58.000] | Thou soul of love and brav' ry! |
[07:06.000] | Thy songs were made for the pure and free |
[07:14.000] | They shall never sound in slavery! |