[00:00.000] 作词 : Norman, Nödtveidt
[01:29.401]See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time
[01:36.910]A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined
[01:43.114]Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones
[01:50.254]But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle's sons
[01:56.989]Hear the choirs
[01:58.546]Was it the wind that brought back their cries?
[02:02.679]Once forged in blood by tragedy
[02:06.168]Sharp were the thorns of crimson death
[02:11.551]
[02:22.293]Through the air again our voices whisper
[02:25.603]and awake are now our eyes
[02:28.992]For too long closed in slumber
[02:32.171]but death didn't prove our demise
[02:35.753]By ages so dark we've been sculptured
[02:39.047]as fragments of stories and tales
[02:42.211]As we haunt we are endlessly captured
[02:45.621]and shrouded in the wind that here wails
[02:49.698]Hear the choirs
[02:51.710]Was it the wind that brought back their cries?
[02:55.712]Once forged in blood by tragedy
[02:58.766]Dark were the thorns of crimson death
[03:05.937]
[04:38.695]By ages so dark we've been sculptured
[04:41.937]as fragments of stories and tales
[04:45.073]By the place that we haunt we are captured
[04:48.402]Against eternity we can't prevail
[05:03.805]
[07:41.968]Hear the choirs
[07:43.809]It was the wind that brought back their cries
[07:47.934]Forged in blood by tragedy
[07:51.176]Dark were the thorns of crimson death

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