Boiling Led Lyrics

	作曲 : Blad, Weinerhall
	Early morning
	it's cold and the snow is whirling
	like a warning, a promising fate
	but the king rests in peace on his sled
	hooves are pounding
	so many thoughts in his head
	all around him
	what if he knows
	he will never again go to bed
	Find him
	run for your life
	only promise you'll find him
	throw him in boiling led
	Nail down the traitor
	cross over the ice
	though the wind blows and the hate grows
	your thoughts will suffice
	On the runner
	steering the sled and the mare
	the assassin, full of suspense
	with the king resting under the hide
	like a gunner hiding the axe in his coat
	our dunner, planning the deed
	and he knows he must follow his guide
	One hit,
	one slash, one single blow.
	The king,
	the pain, the blood, the snow.
	Hooves are pounding
	so many thoughts in their heads
	out to find him, sure to succeed
	for their king and their leader is dead.

	zuo qu : Blad, Weinerhall
	Early morning
	it' s cold and the snow is whirling
	like a warning, a promising fate
	but the king rests in peace on his sled
	hooves are pounding
	so many thoughts in his head
	all around him
	what if he knows
	he will never again go to bed
	Find him
	run for your life
	only promise you' ll find him
	throw him in boiling led
	Nail down the traitor
	cross over the ice
	though the wind blows and the hate grows
	your thoughts will suffice
	On the runner
	steering the sled and the mare
	the assassin, full of suspense
	with the king resting under the hide
	like a gunner hiding the axe in his coat
	our dunner, planning the deed
	and he knows he must follow his guide
	One hit,
	one slash, one single blow.
	The king,
	the pain, the blood, the snow.
	Hooves are pounding
	so many thoughts in their heads
	out to find him, sure to succeed
	for their king and their leader is dead.

	zuò qǔ : Blad, Weinerhall
	Early morning
	it' s cold and the snow is whirling
	like a warning, a promising fate
	but the king rests in peace on his sled
	hooves are pounding
	so many thoughts in his head
	all around him
	what if he knows
	he will never again go to bed
	Find him
	run for your life
	only promise you' ll find him
	throw him in boiling led
	Nail down the traitor
	cross over the ice
	though the wind blows and the hate grows
	your thoughts will suffice
	On the runner
	steering the sled and the mare
	the assassin, full of suspense
	with the king resting under the hide
	like a gunner hiding the axe in his coat
	our dunner, planning the deed
	and he knows he must follow his guide
	One hit,
	one slash, one single blow.
	The king,
	the pain, the blood, the snow.
	Hooves are pounding
	so many thoughts in their heads
	out to find him, sure to succeed
	for their king and their leader is dead.

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