The Fall of Melnibone-Dark Moor

歌手 : Dark Moor
语种 : 英语
时长 : 10:30

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TXT The Fall of Melnibone-Dark Moor 文本歌词

The Fall of Melnibone - Dark Moor
Young Kingdoms
Yougn Kingdoms
Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms
Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law
The fall of melnibone
Imrryr towest
In the quiet night sleep
At the northeast part
Of the turquoise Boiling Sea
Cold wind scream
Over finest gargoyles high
Carrying sings
In the dawn
That frightens sky
Golden troops
May compare a rising storm
And the entire will
Is on tarkan Dyvim's core
Purple towns
Are attacking from the shore
Outer walls
And the labyrinth unknown
Young Kingdoms
Yougn Kingdoms
Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms
Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law
Dragon
Isle
Oh
Dragon
Isle
Sadness dims your witching eye
Fancy dream of Xiombarg
Mighty falls in raging
Hush
Elric guides
All the seamen from the bridge
From his leader ship
And the laughin' of a b**ch
Arches shoot
From the topwalls in the crew
Killing men
With the anguish of the loot
Tarkan falls
As the stumbles on the edge
Just to find the hell
Dying of his broken neck
Imrryr burns
And sorrow has no end
Fury grows
As the princess
Is just dead
Young Kingdoms
Yougn Kingdoms
Command the righteous law
Young Kingdoms
Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law
Dragon
Isle
Oh
Dragon
Isle
Sadness dims your witching eye
Fancy dream of Xiombarg
Mighty falls in raging
Hush
Stormbringer demon
Grabber with runes
Stormbringer blackest
Blade with looms
Stormbringer feed with mourning souls
Your wicked evil sounding tunes
Mighty runes melnibone
Can you hear
The pray for your burning death
Pearly halls your magic sight
Are the crushed of lay
On your bloody earth
Dready shores Melnibone
Can you bear
The threat of
That flaming flags
Dragon Isle your sturdy chime
All is lost right
Now and prince
Yykoon lurks
Arioch
Can you feel my pain
From yor throne of holy lord
Am
I crying
In vain despair
My fate
Weaved by this broadsword
I
Cannot see life
Or light
In her
Semblance
Or her eye
Must
I be forever lone
Beloved Cymoril is gone
Have you really found the death
By the evil
On my hand