This night brings with it glory,
these hearts a victory song,
these eyes the flames of passion.
drying now the ocean's parch.
Cracking now, these lands are barren.
Trying are these times and seasons,
the rising son shall bring the brave.
Raising fists and shout in glory,
the innocent shall soon be saved.
Tears were shed as hearts were shattered,
walked upon as broken glass.
Left to die, were those who gathered,
children first and women last.
Tears were shed.
Black flags raised,
as they were slayen.
Black flags rasied,
blood red will burn these embers.
Scribes to your scrolls,
marching drums alert the towers,
to tell the tail as kingdoms fall,
as we sing our victory song.
Though in the end, these walls may crumble.
Though in the end, I too may fall.
I live to hear those trumpets sounding,
victory in their final call
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.65]This night brings with it glory,
[00:06.45]these hearts a victory song,
[00:09.60]these eyes the flames of passion.
[00:24.87]drying now the ocean's parch.
[00:25.41]Cracking now, these lands are barren.
[00:26.10]Trying are these times and seasons,
[00:29.16]the rising son shall bring the brave.
[00:46.68]Raising fists and shout in glory,
[00:47.76]the innocent shall soon be saved.
[00:48.39]Tears were shed as hearts were shattered,
[00:49.17]walked upon as broken glass.
[00:49.77]Left to die, were those who gathered,
[00:50.43]children first and women last.
[01:32.88]Tears were shed.
[01:33.18]Black flags raised,
[01:33.57]as they were slayen.
[01:33.93]Black flags rasied,
[01:34.35]blood red will burn these embers.
[01:41.01]Scribes to your scrolls,
[01:41.52]marching drums alert the towers,
[01:44.28]to tell the tail as kingdoms fall,
[01:46.47]as we sing our victory song.
[02:19.56]Though in the end, these walls may crumble.
[02:20.31]Though in the end, I too may fall.
[03:06.03]I live to hear those trumpets sounding,
[03:06.81]victory in their final call
This night brings with it glory,
these hearts a victory song,
these eyes the flames of passion.
drying now the ocean's parch.
Cracking now, these lands are barren.
Trying are these times and seasons,
the rising son shall bring the brave.
Raising fists and shout in glory,
the innocent shall soon be saved.
Tears were shed as hearts were shattered,
walked upon as broken glass.
Left to die, were those who gathered,
children first and women last.
Tears were shed.
Black flags raised,
as they were slayen.
Black flags rasied,
blood red will burn these embers.
Scribes to your scrolls,
marching drums alert the towers,
to tell the tail as kingdoms fall,
as we sing our victory song.
Though in the end, these walls may crumble.
Though in the end, I too may fall.
I live to hear those trumpets sounding,
victory in their final call
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:01.65]This night brings with it glory,
[00:06.45]these hearts a victory song,
[00:09.60]these eyes the flames of passion.
[00:24.87]drying now the ocean's parch.
[00:25.41]Cracking now, these lands are barren.
[00:26.10]Trying are these times and seasons,
[00:29.16]the rising son shall bring the brave.
[00:46.68]Raising fists and shout in glory,
[00:47.76]the innocent shall soon be saved.
[00:48.39]Tears were shed as hearts were shattered,
[00:49.17]walked upon as broken glass.
[00:49.77]Left to die, were those who gathered,
[00:50.43]children first and women last.
[01:32.88]Tears were shed.
[01:33.18]Black flags raised,
[01:33.57]as they were slayen.
[01:33.93]Black flags rasied,
[01:34.35]blood red will burn these embers.
[01:41.01]Scribes to your scrolls,
[01:41.52]marching drums alert the towers,
[01:44.28]to tell the tail as kingdoms fall,
[01:46.47]as we sing our victory song.
[02:19.56]Though in the end, these walls may crumble.
[02:20.31]Though in the end, I too may fall.
[03:06.03]I live to hear those trumpets sounding,
[03:06.81]victory in their final call
They came from the hills
By the hundreds of thousands they swarmed
They marched in the shroud of the eve
Their flags raised high
Leaving nothing but t...
We are betrayers of perfection
All eyes on me
Looking left from right
Pulling poison from petals
Crimson roses corrode
Murder meadow
Death fills your ...
Music city never shines so bright
As the nights when coming home to those lights
All the cities, buildings, and bridges in this country
Can't compare ...
Your god is dead...
Your hands are soaked in blood.
You liar (Liar). You liar.
You're charged with death.
Murder of what's pure.
Perverted God for a f...
Wading through the water, slow and thick.
I am aware now.
They're not who they said they were,
slipping on their words beneath the surface.
For what i...
I'm lost without a sound but I have ears to hear.
They say hang it up young man.
They say hate only leaves you cold and alone.
I'm too jaded to care b...
These wheels are turning in my head to slowly go where I'd rather be instead.
Laying low.
Skin and bones we know, made of stone move slow.
These are t...