选择音轨
Ci醨an MacUiliam -
爵士乐电吉他 Electric Guitar (jazz)
Miche醠 O'Floinn -
爵士乐电吉他 Electric Guitar (jazz)
Ci醨an MacUiliam -
驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
Miche醠 O'Floinn -
失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
Ci醨an MacUiliam -
驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
P髄 MacAmlaigh -
拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
Aoife King -
小提琴 Violin
Simon O'Laoghaire -
敲击乐器
标题:The Coffin Ships
副标题:2005
艺人:Primordial
专辑:The Gathering Wilderness
作词:A.A. Nemtheanga
作曲:Ci醨an MacUiliam
制谱人:Blackone666 at UG :D
指示:Heartbreaking song! Enjoy!
附注:
Primordial 2005: A.A. Nemtheanga: Vocals, Lyrics P髄 MacAmlaigh: Bass Miche醠 O'Floinn: Guitars Simon O'Laoghaire: Drums Ci醨an MacUiliam: Guitars Lyrics; Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I've been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant store Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 100
注释:Drums are totally incorrectFeedbackFeedback
标记:Please, press F5(or fn+F5)Intro IIB'Riff 2Intro II'Riff 2Riff 3Riff 3 / VocalsRiff 3 / VocalsRiff 3 / Vocals + LeadRiff 3 + Lead IIRiff 4Riff 4 / BRiff 4 C + Lead IRiff 4 + Lead IIRiff 3Riff 3 / VocalsRiff 3 / BOutro
歌曲: The Coffin Ships
歌词:
Our young hearts are born with grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
A season, of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stand, alone on a distant store
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
Our broken spirits and rags in tatters
With knot and muscle and heart and brain
They are lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
So you pause, and you can, almost hear
The sounds, they echo down through the ages
The creak, of the burial cart
Hear the humiliation and sorrow
Mouth fixed with indignation
So one is driven to enslave?
Oh god that friends should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap
Our young hearts are born with such grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
The season, of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stood, alone on a distant shore
Broken spirits, in rags and tatters
Our broken spirits and rags in tatters