| Song | The Bastard Sapling |
| Artist | Hammers of Misfortune |
| Album | The Bastard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
| The forest lends its life to me | |
| And loyal to her oaken creed | |
| On her ethereal wind I rove | |
| Up above the race I loathe | |
| My roots are flesh and blood | |
| But supple as the soil they suck | |
| A bastard sapling When winter | |
| Calls me down and brings me life | |
| And when the nights falling down on me | |
| I watch the demons fly | |
| I wake the trees and give them speech | |
| Their words teach me the ills of mankind | |
| Walk this path and feel my pain | |
| For this hatred and disdain | |
| My birth is still a mystery | |
| Unto the skies and the earth I plead | |
| An explanation for this curse | |
| Be it gold, be it dirt | |
| I feel a darkness drawing near | |
| Barbaric voices invade my kingdom | |
| Lurking shadows follow me | |
| Of a man I cannot see | |
| The earth casts shadows on this race | |
| I claim no party to this disgrace | |
| To bear his form and not his mind | |
| To my past this world is blind |
| zuo qu : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
| The forest lends its life to me | |
| And loyal to her oaken creed | |
| On her ethereal wind I rove | |
| Up above the race I loathe | |
| My roots are flesh and blood | |
| But supple as the soil they suck | |
| A bastard sapling When winter | |
| Calls me down and brings me life | |
| And when the nights falling down on me | |
| I watch the demons fly | |
| I wake the trees and give them speech | |
| Their words teach me the ills of mankind | |
| Walk this path and feel my pain | |
| For this hatred and disdain | |
| My birth is still a mystery | |
| Unto the skies and the earth I plead | |
| An explanation for this curse | |
| Be it gold, be it dirt | |
| I feel a darkness drawing near | |
| Barbaric voices invade my kingdom | |
| Lurking shadows follow me | |
| Of a man I cannot see | |
| The earth casts shadows on this race | |
| I claim no party to this disgrace | |
| To bear his form and not his mind | |
| To my past this world is blind |
| zuò qǔ : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
| The forest lends its life to me | |
| And loyal to her oaken creed | |
| On her ethereal wind I rove | |
| Up above the race I loathe | |
| My roots are flesh and blood | |
| But supple as the soil they suck | |
| A bastard sapling When winter | |
| Calls me down and brings me life | |
| And when the nights falling down on me | |
| I watch the demons fly | |
| I wake the trees and give them speech | |
| Their words teach me the ills of mankind | |
| Walk this path and feel my pain | |
| For this hatred and disdain | |
| My birth is still a mystery | |
| Unto the skies and the earth I plead | |
| An explanation for this curse | |
| Be it gold, be it dirt | |
| I feel a darkness drawing near | |
| Barbaric voices invade my kingdom | |
| Lurking shadows follow me | |
| Of a man I cannot see | |
| The earth casts shadows on this race | |
| I claim no party to this disgrace | |
| To bear his form and not his mind | |
| To my past this world is blind |