Legends, Op. 59, B. 122: No. 10 in B-Flat Minor, Andante

歌詞

Steal away through the land of the dead Where angels fear to tread Over mountains, the sky, and the sea Feel the light bleeding from a new moon Escape from the hands of doom I never thought I could change what would be Break the chains of fear I won't shed another tear The rise and fall Although I fight like hell, there's just no certainty My battlefield lay scarred with empty victories Running from the past, from a lifetime of lies But the legend never dies... Here comes the horror, here comes the pain Flying too close the flame Into darkness, now falling from grace From the nine realms of woe, I arise Lines of tragedy carved deep on my face Break the chains of fear Now it all seems crystal clear... The rise and fall Although I fight like hell, there's just no certainty My battlefield lay scarred with empty victories Running from the past, from a lifetime of lies But the legend never dies... The rise and fall Although I fight like hell, there's just no certainty My battlefield lay scarred with empty victories Running from the past, from a lifetime of lies But the legend never dies... The legend never dies...