| Song | Dreams And Pyres |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Among Beggars And Thieves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Weinerhall | |
| It's the darkened years, | |
| superstition's flying high. | |
| There is pain, there is fear | |
| in the poverty's sigh. | |
| Preachers on a frightening spree, | |
| of demons and hell's fire. | |
| Warning of the devil's decree | |
| in all sinful disires. | |
| A boy have just arrived, | |
| an orphan he's become | |
| from adultery and incest and witchery. | |
| to the seething alleys | |
| of quarrels and discord, | |
| a storm cloud has finally gathered. | |
| Discussions long into the night, | |
| about the dark one's diabolical scheme. | |
| Children they listen and they dream | |
| well-fed nightmares of similar theme. | |
| Imaginations out of control. | |
| For each morning they tell more and more. | |
| -Summon the new boy for a watch | |
| he have seen the signs of evil before. | |
| -There is the devil's bride, | |
| rode on the goat astride. | |
| God save us from satan's firm hand! | |
| There is the torture witch, | |
| poked us with glowing sticks. | |
| God save us from satan's allies. | |
| -In the name of our lord I'm harmless. | |
| -Confess your sins to our christ! | |
| -I can't confess to what children dream. | |
| Prejudiced tongues has twisted | |
| their minds before your eyes. | |
| -Silence, you whore of the dark one, | |
| save your soul and repent what you've done | |
| Accuse the poor | |
| and get a tap on the head | |
| -You truley are a blessed child, | |
| she will burn in iron upon the stake. | |
| Accuse the countess | |
| and get a slap in the face. | |
| -You aught to know a noble's rang, | |
| she's too venerable for you poor fool. | |
| -Speed up the pace. | |
| Chanting the praise | |
| ever higher. | |
| Hysteric ball: | |
| -Sentence them all to the fire! | |
| One day the boy confessed his lies. | |
| -I know nothing about | |
| the witche's ways. | |
| One after one they all came forth. | |
| -Rather informers than burn | |
| at the end of the day. | |
| -There is the wicked tongue, | |
| from indolence it sprung. | |
| God save us from sinister minds! | |
| There is the fiendish flock, | |
| all limbs are chained and locked. | |
| God save us from sinister minds! | |
| There is the serpent's fang, | |
| from where the evil sprang. | |
| God save him from the dark of hell! | |
| There is the boy aflame | |
| ending his fancied game. | |
| God save him from satan's demons! |
| zuo qu : Weinerhall | |
| It' s the darkened years, | |
| superstition' s flying high. | |
| There is pain, there is fear | |
| in the poverty' s sigh. | |
| Preachers on a frightening spree, | |
| of demons and hell' s fire. | |
| Warning of the devil' s decree | |
| in all sinful disires. | |
| A boy have just arrived, | |
| an orphan he' s become | |
| from adultery and incest and witchery. | |
| to the seething alleys | |
| of quarrels and discord, | |
| a storm cloud has finally gathered. | |
| Discussions long into the night, | |
| about the dark one' s diabolical scheme. | |
| Children they listen and they dream | |
| wellfed nightmares of similar theme. | |
| Imaginations out of control. | |
| For each morning they tell more and more. | |
| Summon the new boy for a watch | |
| he have seen the signs of evil before. | |
| There is the devil' s bride, | |
| rode on the goat astride. | |
| God save us from satan' s firm hand! | |
| There is the torture witch, | |
| poked us with glowing sticks. | |
| God save us from satan' s allies. | |
| In the name of our lord I' m harmless. | |
| Confess your sins to our christ! | |
| I can' t confess to what children dream. | |
| Prejudiced tongues has twisted | |
| their minds before your eyes. | |
| Silence, you whore of the dark one, | |
| save your soul and repent what you' ve done | |
| Accuse the poor | |
| and get a tap on the head | |
| You truley are a blessed child, | |
| she will burn in iron upon the stake. | |
| Accuse the countess | |
| and get a slap in the face. | |
| You aught to know a noble' s rang, | |
| she' s too venerable for you poor fool. | |
| Speed up the pace. | |
| Chanting the praise | |
| ever higher. | |
| Hysteric ball: | |
| Sentence them all to the fire! | |
| One day the boy confessed his lies. | |
| I know nothing about | |
| the witche' s ways. | |
| One after one they all came forth. | |
| Rather informers than burn | |
| at the end of the day. | |
| There is the wicked tongue, | |
| from indolence it sprung. | |
| God save us from sinister minds! | |
| There is the fiendish flock, | |
| all limbs are chained and locked. | |
| God save us from sinister minds! | |
| There is the serpent' s fang, | |
| from where the evil sprang. | |
| God save him from the dark of hell! | |
| There is the boy aflame | |
| ending his fancied game. | |
| God save him from satan' s demons! |
| zuò qǔ : Weinerhall | |
| It' s the darkened years, | |
| superstition' s flying high. | |
| There is pain, there is fear | |
| in the poverty' s sigh. | |
| Preachers on a frightening spree, | |
| of demons and hell' s fire. | |
| Warning of the devil' s decree | |
| in all sinful disires. | |
| A boy have just arrived, | |
| an orphan he' s become | |
| from adultery and incest and witchery. | |
| to the seething alleys | |
| of quarrels and discord, | |
| a storm cloud has finally gathered. | |
| Discussions long into the night, | |
| about the dark one' s diabolical scheme. | |
| Children they listen and they dream | |
| wellfed nightmares of similar theme. | |
| Imaginations out of control. | |
| For each morning they tell more and more. | |
| Summon the new boy for a watch | |
| he have seen the signs of evil before. | |
| There is the devil' s bride, | |
| rode on the goat astride. | |
| God save us from satan' s firm hand! | |
| There is the torture witch, | |
| poked us with glowing sticks. | |
| God save us from satan' s allies. | |
| In the name of our lord I' m harmless. | |
| Confess your sins to our christ! | |
| I can' t confess to what children dream. | |
| Prejudiced tongues has twisted | |
| their minds before your eyes. | |
| Silence, you whore of the dark one, | |
| save your soul and repent what you' ve done | |
| Accuse the poor | |
| and get a tap on the head | |
| You truley are a blessed child, | |
| she will burn in iron upon the stake. | |
| Accuse the countess | |
| and get a slap in the face. | |
| You aught to know a noble' s rang, | |
| she' s too venerable for you poor fool. | |
| Speed up the pace. | |
| Chanting the praise | |
| ever higher. | |
| Hysteric ball: | |
| Sentence them all to the fire! | |
| One day the boy confessed his lies. | |
| I know nothing about | |
| the witche' s ways. | |
| One after one they all came forth. | |
| Rather informers than burn | |
| at the end of the day. | |
| There is the wicked tongue, | |
| from indolence it sprung. | |
| God save us from sinister minds! | |
| There is the fiendish flock, | |
| all limbs are chained and locked. | |
| God save us from sinister minds! | |
| There is the serpent' s fang, | |
| from where the evil sprang. | |
| God save him from the dark of hell! | |
| There is the boy aflame | |
| ending his fancied game. | |
| God save him from satan' s demons! |