Let the Fools Cheer

	作曲 : Rumpelstiltskin Grinder
	When prophecies speak of victory
	There is still a need to fear
	May the gluttons fill their plates
	May the crowds of fools cheer
	A southern fire rises
	From the bay of
	Buccaneers
	Who despite the hell spawned winds
	Decided not to stop here
	In the face of defeat we fought
	No excuse we make
	Our time was bled away
	With everything at stake
	Abandoned veteran
	Of a doomed crusade
	An Eagles last flight
	To take away our faith
	Bodies will rot, through bodies
	I wade! We have seen heroes
	Bleeding every day
	Running from a curse
	That will never go away
	The wind blows coldest here
	The ground itself is dead
	Most vermin died here early
	As the bigger rats were fed
	Nowhere left to go now
	The best we still can’t trust
	Tear down my kingdom
	I will spit on the dust

	zuò qǔ : Rumpelstiltskin Grinder
	When prophecies speak of victory
	There is still a need to fear
	May the gluttons fill their plates
	May the crowds of fools cheer
	A southern fire rises
	From the bay of
	Buccaneers
	Who despite the hell spawned winds
	Decided not to stop here
	In the face of defeat we fought
	No excuse we make
	Our time was bled away
	With everything at stake
	Abandoned veteran
	Of a doomed crusade
	An Eagles last flight
	To take away our faith
	Bodies will rot, through bodies
	I wade! We have seen heroes
	Bleeding every day
	Running from a curse
	That will never go away
	The wind blows coldest here
	The ground itself is dead
	Most vermin died here early
	As the bigger rats were fed
	Nowhere left to go now
	The best we still can' t trust
	Tear down my kingdom
	I will spit on the dust