There are some who are born distinguished
There are some who are raised in praise
But me I was always the last in line
A blot in my father’s gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Cruel tricks of romance
You snub your cub too many times
You just might feel his bite...
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion’s loin
Play a tune on the half man’s pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their **** with a brazen wit
Molding puppets from their minds of clay
I’m no man of honour
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:15.47]There are some who are born distinguished
[00:20.08]There are some who are raised in praise
[00:24.28]But me I was always the last in line
[00:28.28]A blot in my father’s gaze
[00:32.00]No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
[00:36.03]No skill or savvy with a sword
[00:39.69]But this game we all play is won in wily ways
[00:43.97]And sly is this littlest lord
[00:48.51]Cruel tricks of romance
[00:55.92] You snub your cub too many times
[01:00.22]You just might feel his bite...
[01:04.05]Beware beware of the words I twist
[01:08.04]I am small but my reach is long
[01:11.57]And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
[01:39.96]The land is a blooming orchard
[01:44.03]With fruits so juicy and ripe
[01:47.79]With a clink of a coin loose the lion’s loin
[01:51.71]Play a tune on the half man’s pipe
[01:56.04]In the arms of a whore I made a promise
[01:59.64]Sinking deeper into danger every day
[02:04.03]Cut through all their **** with a brazen wit
[02:08.00]Molding puppets from their minds of clay
[02:12.36]I’m no man of honour
[02:15.89]Myself is my true king
[02:20.08]But somewhere deep within me
[02:23.57]The bells of conscience ring
[02:28.27]Beware beware of the words I twist
[02:32.05]I am small but my reach is long
[02:36.01]And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
There are some who are born distinguished
There are some who are raised in praise
But me I was always the last in line
A blot in my father’s gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Cruel tricks of romance
You snub your cub too many times
You just might feel his bite...
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion’s loin
Play a tune on the half man’s pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their **** with a brazen wit
Molding puppets from their minds of clay
I’m no man of honour
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:15.47]There are some who are born distinguished
[00:20.08]There are some who are raised in praise
[00:24.28]But me I was always the last in line
[00:28.28]A blot in my father’s gaze
[00:32.00]No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
[00:36.03]No skill or savvy with a sword
[00:39.69]But this game we all play is won in wily ways
[00:43.97]And sly is this littlest lord
[00:48.51]Cruel tricks of romance
[00:55.92] You snub your cub too many times
[01:00.22]You just might feel his bite...
[01:04.05]Beware beware of the words I twist
[01:08.04]I am small but my reach is long
[01:11.57]And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
[01:39.96]The land is a blooming orchard
[01:44.03]With fruits so juicy and ripe
[01:47.79]With a clink of a coin loose the lion’s loin
[01:51.71]Play a tune on the half man’s pipe
[01:56.04]In the arms of a whore I made a promise
[01:59.64]Sinking deeper into danger every day
[02:04.03]Cut through all their **** with a brazen wit
[02:08.00]Molding puppets from their minds of clay
[02:12.36]I’m no man of honour
[02:15.89]Myself is my true king
[02:20.08]But somewhere deep within me
[02:23.57]The bells of conscience ring
[02:28.27]Beware beware of the words I twist
[02:32.05]I am small but my reach is long
[02:36.01]And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
Take a deep breth
Sweet slumber's over
It's time to rise
So much to alter
To rectify
I've been here wating
To show you why
Backtrack
Building the road...
Echoes from the west
Great hammers will fall
Under high rocks all will
Answer the call
Bring us your arms
Pariahs of yore
All faces turn now to war
Ex...
Rank alleys with a stink of decay
Stamped down under boots of the company
Trussed up in the hogties of industry
Live to produce
And produce to consume...
Ships on vigor of the waves are skimming.
Barren summits to the verdant plains.
Each horizon is a new beginning.
Rise and reign.
Far from the fjords a...
We're merry men of Skyrim
So sturdy and so stout
When the day is done
When it's time for fun
We'll drink and sing and shout
You weak livered milk drin...
Ships on vigor of the waves are skimming
Barren summits to the verdant plains
Each horizon is a new beginning
Rise and reign
Far from the fjords and t...
A curtain call
The wings are waiting for the night to fall
Can't keep me out
I've always pummeled through the doors of doubt
Power through the plagues...
Light at the end of the slumber
Life at the close of the sleep
Facing the world with a hunger
Clambering out of the deep
Blank slate
A trip to begin
L...
Brave the snow
Through the pillars of the pale
Rest your feet
Come and listen to the tales
Raise your mug
To the legends of the frost
Through our son...