Son of Gloom歌词
添加日期：2024-01-20 时长：03分19秒 歌手：Ainur
He came in the wan year of lamentation
Dispossessed inheritor of his lot
Somberness and grimness upon his features
He was just a pawn in the crazy plot
To the King of Doriath a child to foster
In the Hidden Kingdom a grievous sight
For his face was marked with the seal of sorrow
And his dawn was under the shade of night
Son without a father, from the Land of Shadows
Chilly gusts of winter over summer meadows
Banished from the garden where white lilies bloom
Only scarlet flowers for the son of gloom
Long days spent away on the windy marches
Warring against enemies in the wild
He became the ireful, stone-hard avenger
Who could not forgive when he was reviled
Pitiless in poisoning his own life
Hero without blessing, ruler without power
Tale whose words are bitter, man whose soul is sour
Victim of perdition, youth that could not bloom
Only blood-red flowers for the son of gloom
Son of Men, impenetrable mind
Far-off world that cannot be defined
Swart reflection of a wandering flame
Running wild, renouncing your true name
Against the wasting weapons of murderous hands
Against the shafts of anger like fiery brands
I will be there to shield you whatever you do
With my bow that does not know defeat
With the sword that all the Elves shall greet
With my life I'm ready to defend
You, the one I've chosen as my friend编辑于2024/01/20更新
Dispossessed inheritor of his lot
Somberness and grimness upon his features
He was just a pawn in the crazy plot
To the King of Doriath a child to foster
In the Hidden Kingdom a grievous sight
For his face was marked with the seal of sorrow
And his dawn was under the shade of night
Son without a father, from the Land of Shadows
Chilly gusts of winter over summer meadows
Banished from the garden where white lilies bloom
Only scarlet flowers for the son of gloom
Long days spent away on the windy marches
Warring against enemies in the wild
He became the ireful, stone-hard avenger
Who could not forgive when he was reviled
Pitiless in poisoning his own life
Hero without blessing, ruler without power
Tale whose words are bitter, man whose soul is sour
Victim of perdition, youth that could not bloom
Only blood-red flowers for the son of gloom
Son of Men, impenetrable mind
Far-off world that cannot be defined
Swart reflection of a wandering flame
Running wild, renouncing your true name
Against the wasting weapons of murderous hands
Against the shafts of anger like fiery brands
I will be there to shield you whatever you do
With my bow that does not know defeat
With the sword that all the Elves shall greet
With my life I'm ready to defend
You, the one I've chosen as my friend编辑于2024/01/20更新
