| 作曲 : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| Days are so dark I can't see it dawning | |
| I can't feel my hands anymore | |
| I see the night and preach them courage | |
| Even when hope is in vain | |
| There's no choice, for strength and honour | |
| Is accompanied by pain | |
| Hunt them down | |
| Back on to the shore | |
| Hunt them down | |
| Where deep waters roar | |
| The human blade of equation will | |
| Divide the fire from the smoke | |
| History will tell who prevailed | |
| Since ever blood sealed the times of old | |
| I call on Taranaich | |
| For to give us strength | |
| The wind blows cold | |
| When night descends | |
| Predicting war | |
| The night unfolds | |
| Fires of marching men | |
| Like an open scar | |
| See the fires burn | |
| Here at Forth-Clyde | |
| Crawling forward | |
| Oh at Forth-Clyde | |
| There in the darkness | |
| At the edge of the world | |
| In the shadow of the empire | |
| The wind blows cold | |
| Calling the words | |
| “Cohorts - Regather...” |
| zuo qu : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| Days are so dark I can' t see it dawning | |
| I can' t feel my hands anymore | |
| I see the night and preach them courage | |
| Even when hope is in vain | |
| There' s no choice, for strength and honour | |
| Is accompanied by pain | |
| Hunt them down | |
| Back on to the shore | |
| Hunt them down | |
| Where deep waters roar | |
| The human blade of equation will | |
| Divide the fire from the smoke | |
| History will tell who prevailed | |
| Since ever blood sealed the times of old | |
| I call on Taranaich | |
| For to give us strength | |
| The wind blows cold | |
| When night descends | |
| Predicting war | |
| The night unfolds | |
| Fires of marching men | |
| Like an open scar | |
| See the fires burn | |
| Here at ForthClyde | |
| Crawling forward | |
| Oh at ForthClyde | |
| There in the darkness | |
| At the edge of the world | |
| In the shadow of the empire | |
| The wind blows cold | |
| Calling the words | |
| " Cohorts Regather..." |
| zuò qǔ : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| Days are so dark I can' t see it dawning | |
| I can' t feel my hands anymore | |
| I see the night and preach them courage | |
| Even when hope is in vain | |
| There' s no choice, for strength and honour | |
| Is accompanied by pain | |
| Hunt them down | |
| Back on to the shore | |
| Hunt them down | |
| Where deep waters roar | |
| The human blade of equation will | |
| Divide the fire from the smoke | |
| History will tell who prevailed | |
| Since ever blood sealed the times of old | |
| I call on Taranaich | |
| For to give us strength | |
| The wind blows cold | |
| When night descends | |
| Predicting war | |
| The night unfolds | |
| Fires of marching men | |
| Like an open scar | |
| See the fires burn | |
| Here at ForthClyde | |
| Crawling forward | |
| Oh at ForthClyde | |
| There in the darkness | |
| At the edge of the world | |
| In the shadow of the empire | |
| The wind blows cold | |
| Calling the words | |
| " Cohorts Regather..." |
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