[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jake Rogers
[01:25.226]There is a deep pathos here
[01:34.273]A monumental sorrow
[01:41.445]Blood has stained this ground
[01:49.430]The very land itself a barrow
[02:19.421]The echoes of battle ring cold through the ages
[02:29.797]The moon shines on old dunes, awakening ancient hatreds
[03:42.140]Swords held high to the desert sky at such great a cost
[03:52.262]Standards fly above funeral pyres
[03:59.438]Victory and loss
[04:02.631]We are strong, but when the day is done we are left bereaved
[04:13.013]Marching on to the battle drum
[04:20.468]Triumph and defeat
[05:03.769]Behold the storming flood of iron
[05:12.029]Destruction wrought there upon the field
[05:20.271]A host of warriors fall, never to return
[05:28.511]Their epitaph a song of steel
[06:43.844]Empires built upon the bones of those who stood beside us
[06:52.351]The sun has set eternally into the dark
[07:00.597]And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of sons and brothers
[07:08.847]The iron heart of glory beats a hollow dirge
[07:17.536]The gods of battle rise and fall but the thirst for blood lives on
[07:25.536]The wolves of winter rise and howl for honour’s debt
[07:33.777]The sands forever greedily consume the blood of friends and fathers
[07:42.557]The gates of Hood will open wide with dreams of death
[08:25.152]There is a deep pathos here
[08:32.676]A monumental sorrow
[08:40.591]Blood has stained this ground
[08:49.091]The very land itself a barrow

作曲 : Jake Rogers
There is a deep pathos here
A monumental sorrow
Blood has stained this ground
The very land itself a barrow
The echoes of battle ring cold through the ages
The moon shines on old dunes, awakening ancient hatreds
Swords held high to the desert sky at such great a cost
Standards fly above funeral pyres
Victory and loss
We are strong, but when the day is done we are left bereaved
Marching on to the battle drum
Triumph and defeat
Behold the storming flood of iron
Destruction wrought there upon the field
A host of warriors fall, never to return
Their epitaph a song of steel
Empires built upon the bones of those who stood beside us
The sun has set eternally into the dark
And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of sons and brothers
The iron heart of glory beats a hollow dirge
The gods of battle rise and fall but the thirst for blood lives on
The wolves of winter rise and howl for honour’s debt
The sands forever greedily consume the blood of friends and fathers
The gates of Hood will open wide with dreams of death
There is a deep pathos here
A monumental sorrow
Blood has stained this ground
The very land itself a barrow