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作词 : Norman, Nödtveidt |
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See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time |
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A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined |
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Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones |
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But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle's sons |
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Hear the choirs |
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Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
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Once forged in blood by tragedy |
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Sharp were the thorns of crimson death |
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Through the air again our voices whisper |
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and awake are now our eyes |
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For too long closed in slumber |
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but death didn't prove our demise |
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By ages so dark we've been sculptured |
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as fragments of stories and tales |
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As we haunt we are endlessly captured |
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and shrouded in the wind that here wails |
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Hear the choirs |
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Was it the wind that brought back their cries? |
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Once forged in blood by tragedy |
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Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
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By ages so dark we've been sculptured |
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as fragments of stories and tales |
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By the place that we haunt we are captured |
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Against eternity we can't prevail |
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Hear the choirs |
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It was the wind that brought back their cries |
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Forged in blood by tragedy |
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Dark were the thorns of crimson death |
