[00:00.00] 作曲 : Amon Amarth
[00:01.12]Amon Amarth - Embrace of the Endless Ocean
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[00:44.79]I stroke the blade with my hand
[00:48.34]The sharp edge cuts the skin
[00:52.16]Blood drips to the rain wet sand
[00:55.74]My journey can begin
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[01:01.52]Once a slave but now I'm free
[01:08.37]My honor is restored
[01:16.18]Once again I'll ride the seas
[01:23.55]Free at last from whip and oar
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[01:36.45]I slide the sword into the shied
[01:40.11]The ocean god is hailed
[01:43.74]And as we push out to the sea
[01:47.50]We raise the red striped sails
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[02:22.23]I've missed the breeze of my home shores
[02:29.61]The frozen lakes and winter snow
[02:36.99]But now my dreams start to unfold
[02:42.92]Father, I'm coming home
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[02:57.67]The storm came down without remorse
[03:01.28]And water crashed the rails
[03:05.00]The ship was thrown back and forth
[03:08.64]As strong winds ripped the sails
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[03:27.21]The icy waves embrace my skin
[03:34.60]I am going numb
[03:41.86]The endless ocean swallows me
[03:49.44]This will be my cold wet tomb
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[04:27.73]Won't feel the breeze of my home shore
[04:35.15]Nor see the lakes or winter snow
[04:42.61]My hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn
[04:48.50]Father, I die alone
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作曲 : Amon Amarth
Amon Amarth - Embrace of the Endless Ocean

I stroke the blade with my hand
The sharp edge cuts the skin
Blood drips to the rain wet sand
My journey can begin
Once a slave but now I'm free
My honor is restored
Once again I'll ride the seas
Free at last from whip and oar
I slide the sword into the shied
The ocean god is hailed
And as we push out to the sea
We raise the red striped sails
I've missed the breeze of my home shores
The frozen lakes and winter snow
But now my dreams start to unfold
Father, I'm coming home
The storm came down without remorse
And water crashed the rails
The ship was thrown back and forth
As strong winds ripped the sails
The icy waves embrace my skin
I am going numb
The endless ocean swallows me
This will be my cold wet tomb
Won't feel the breeze of my home shore
Nor see the lakes or winter snow
My hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn
Father, I die alone