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作曲 : Bruno Correia
A long time ago now,
I saw him.
Flames did lick at his skin,
as the village burned around him.
Children cry in the night,
fallen laid to mourn.
Hope is slain, all in vain,
here our king is born.
Bow down,
bow down,
into the ground.
Blood of innocent flows,
into the soil he owns.
Children cry in the night,
fallen laid to mourn.
Hope is slain, all in vain,
here our king is born.
Bow down,
bow down,
into the ground.
Flames did lick at his skin,
as the village burned around him.
A long time ago now,
I saw him.
Flames did lick at his skin,
as the village burned around him.
Children cry in the night,
fallen laid to mourn.
Hope is slain, all in vain,
here our king is born.
Bow down,
bow down,
into the ground.
Blood of innocent flows,
into the soil he owns.
Children cry in the night,
fallen laid to mourn.
Hope is slain, all in vain,
here our king is born.
Bow down,
bow down,
into the ground.
Flames did lick at his skin,
as the village burned around him.
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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruno Correia [00:32.33]A long time ago now, [00:36.51]I saw him. [00:40.57]Flames did lick at his skin, [00:44.14]as the village burned around him. [00:51.56]Children cry in the night, [00:59.55]fallen laid to mourn. [01:07.62]Hope is slain, all in vain, [01:15.50]here our king is born. [01:42.58]Bow down, [01:44.49]bow down, [01:46.54]into the ground. [01:50.46]Blood of innocent flows, [01:54.40]into the soil he owns. [02:02.61]Children cry in the night, [02:10.54]fallen laid to mourn. [02:18.54]Hope is slain, all in vain, [02:26.54]here our king is born. [02:53.58]Bow down, [02:55.52]bow down, [02:57.53]into the ground. [03:01.46]Flames did lick at his skin, [03:05.12]as the village burned around him.
