| Song | Long Lost Grave |
| Artist | Place of Skulls |
| Album | With Vision |
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| 作曲 : Weinrich | |
| Twenty years in Missouri, when I left the trees were green | |
| Answered the call of fury, to fight for our beliefs | |
| My uniform is splendid, my rifle clean | |
| Mother I'll write you letters, tell you what I see. | |
| The cannon balls come screamin' ears filled with cries and moans | |
| Sometimes I think I'm dreamin', blood on the snow | |
| Now my belly's burnin', their lead has found its mark | |
| So cold my legs are turnin', the world is goin' dark | |
| I don't claim to understand the force that drives this man | |
| Just my faith in what I'm told, bravery is gold | |
| Mother it seems a shame to die so far away | |
| Will someone send me home | |
| I don't claim to comprehend the feud between these men | |
| All I know is what I see, thye don't care for me | |
| All the glory's lies, left me here to die | |
| Alone and cryin' I bleed. |
| zuo qu : Weinrich | |
| Twenty years in Missouri, when I left the trees were green | |
| Answered the call of fury, to fight for our beliefs | |
| My uniform is splendid, my rifle clean | |
| Mother I' ll write you letters, tell you what I see. | |
| The cannon balls come screamin' ears filled with cries and moans | |
| Sometimes I think I' m dreamin', blood on the snow | |
| Now my belly' s burnin', their lead has found its mark | |
| So cold my legs are turnin', the world is goin' dark | |
| I don' t claim to understand the force that drives this man | |
| Just my faith in what I' m told, bravery is gold | |
| Mother it seems a shame to die so far away | |
| Will someone send me home | |
| I don' t claim to comprehend the feud between these men | |
| All I know is what I see, thye don' t care for me | |
| All the glory' s lies, left me here to die | |
| Alone and cryin' I bleed. |
| zuò qǔ : Weinrich | |
| Twenty years in Missouri, when I left the trees were green | |
| Answered the call of fury, to fight for our beliefs | |
| My uniform is splendid, my rifle clean | |
| Mother I' ll write you letters, tell you what I see. | |
| The cannon balls come screamin' ears filled with cries and moans | |
| Sometimes I think I' m dreamin', blood on the snow | |
| Now my belly' s burnin', their lead has found its mark | |
| So cold my legs are turnin', the world is goin' dark | |
| I don' t claim to understand the force that drives this man | |
| Just my faith in what I' m told, bravery is gold | |
| Mother it seems a shame to die so far away | |
| Will someone send me home | |
| I don' t claim to comprehend the feud between these men | |
| All I know is what I see, thye don' t care for me | |
| All the glory' s lies, left me here to die | |
| Alone and cryin' I bleed. |