The Fall of Melnibone-Dark Moor

The Fall of Melnibone

歌手:Dark Moor

时间:2003-05-27

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The Fall of Melnibone - Dark Moor

Young Kingdoms

Yougn Kingdoms

Prepare the crimson war

Young Kingdoms

Young Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

The fall of melnibone

Imrryr towest

In the quiet night sleep

At the northeast part

Of the turquoise Boiling Sea

Cold wind scream

Over finest gargoyles high

Carrying sings

In the dawn

That frightens sky

Golden troops

May compare a rising storm

And the entire will

Is on tarkan Dyvim's core

Purple towns

Are attacking from the shore

Outer walls

And the labyrinth unknown

Young Kingdoms

Yougn Kingdoms

Prepare the crimson war

Young Kingdoms

Young Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

Dragon

Isle

Oh

Dragon

Isle

Sadness dims your witching eye

Fancy dream of Xiombarg

Mighty falls in raging

Hush

Elric guides

All the seamen from the bridge

From his leader ship

And the laughin' of a b**ch

Arches shoot

From the topwalls in the crew

Killing men

With the anguish of the loot

Tarkan falls

As the stumbles on the edge

Just to find the hell

Dying of his broken neck

Imrryr burns

And sorrow has no end

Fury grows

As the princess

Is just dead

Young Kingdoms

Yougn Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

Young Kingdoms

Young Kingdoms

Command the righteous law

Dragon

Isle

Oh

Dragon

Isle

Sadness dims your witching eye

Fancy dream of Xiombarg

Mighty falls in raging

Hush

Stormbringer demon

Grabber with runes

Stormbringer blackest

Blade with looms

Stormbringer feed with mourning souls

Your wicked evil sounding tunes

Mighty runes melnibone

Can you hear

The pray for your burning death

Pearly halls your magic sight

Are the crushed of lay

On your bloody earth

Dready shores Melnibone

Can you bear

The threat of

That flaming flags

Dragon Isle your sturdy chime

All is lost right

Now and prince

Yykoon lurks

Arioch

Can you feel my pain

From yor throne of holy lord

Am

I crying

In vain despair

My fate

Weaved by this broadsword

I

Cannot see life

Or light

In her

Semblance

Or her eye

Must

I be forever lone

Beloved Cymoril is gone

Have you really found the death

By the evil

On my hand

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