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The Coffin Ships

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The Coffin Ships

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标题:The Coffin Ships

副标题:2005

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

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

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

艺人:Primordial

专辑:The Gathering Wilderness

作词:A.A. Nemtheanga

作曲:Ci醨an MacUiliam

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