A Tale Of Pagan Tongue Lyrics

	作词 : Brun
	The sun descended to the ground
	Behind the mountains, in the sea
	A one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill
	There he will survey over those surviving will
	The flaming shores are yet unseen
	In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps
	The sea gleams with lethal cold
	Witness yourself here, alone yet bold
	The night is born, the christlings thorn
	The sun seems dead and somehow forlorn
	And the moon lurks above
	The beasts they howl her song
	Told to be unchained at the day of doom
	Their random laws, taught by the Gods
	Are to be redeemed when He sets sail
	There will forever be this ancient tounge
	Primal wisdom from natures own longue
	Count the shores of the utter coast
	And fear peace forever most
	When time is ripe to revive the past
	Let us see who stands triumphant

	zuo ci : Brun
	The sun descended to the ground
	Behind the mountains, in the sea
	A oneeyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill
	There he will survey over those surviving will
	The flaming shores are yet unseen
	In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps
	The sea gleams with lethal cold
	Witness yourself here, alone yet bold
	The night is born, the christlings thorn
	The sun seems dead and somehow forlorn
	And the moon lurks above
	The beasts they howl her song
	Told to be unchained at the day of doom
	Their random laws, taught by the Gods
	Are to be redeemed when He sets sail
	There will forever be this ancient tounge
	Primal wisdom from natures own longue
	Count the shores of the utter coast
	And fear peace forever most
	When time is ripe to revive the past
	Let us see who stands triumphant

	zuò cí : Brun
	The sun descended to the ground
	Behind the mountains, in the sea
	A oneeyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill
	There he will survey over those surviving will
	The flaming shores are yet unseen
	In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps
	The sea gleams with lethal cold
	Witness yourself here, alone yet bold
	The night is born, the christlings thorn
	The sun seems dead and somehow forlorn
	And the moon lurks above
	The beasts they howl her song
	Told to be unchained at the day of doom
	Their random laws, taught by the Gods
	Are to be redeemed when He sets sail
	There will forever be this ancient tounge
	Primal wisdom from natures own longue
	Count the shores of the utter coast
	And fear peace forever most
	When time is ripe to revive the past
	Let us see who stands triumphant

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