标题:Mother Europe
标签:总谱
艺人:Ancient Rites
专辑:Fatherland
作词:Ancient Rites
作曲:Ancient Rites
制谱人:DuskEvilEye
附注:
rate it!!!!
note that as drummer i really suck, so i hope that my
drums-track can at least give the main idea of
how-the-rythm-is in that song...
anyway i'm not sure at all 'bout the refrain...
keyboard melodies will come in future, solo must be a
little bit quicker, the rest must be a little bit slower... but
you'll find the correct timing only playing it by yourself...
guitar I is taken from another tab i found somewhere in
the net but i corrected it in some parts and adapted it
form being written with standard notation...
enjoy a great Ancient Rites song!
节拍:♩ = 120
音轨:
- Guitar I - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar II - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Bass Guitar - 拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
- Keyboard - 弦乐合奏1 String Ensemble 1
- Drums - 敲击乐器
注释:read the notes!!!!tempo 95tempo normaletempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 120tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95back to normal tempotempo 95tempo 120tempo normaletempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 95tempo 120tempo 95tempo 120
标记:INTRO RIFFVERSE 1BRIDGEVERSE 2REFRAIN IVERSE 3quick repriseCHORUSREFRAIN IISOLOCHORUSHARMONIZEDFILLVERSE 4OUTRO
歌词:
Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation
The cradle of Europe where it all began
Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada
Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south
Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart
Representing medieval Flemish pride
Brave Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy shining armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever remains
Praised be the Scandinavian hordes
Once the nightmare of the Christian world
I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Children of Italia
In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one
Mother Europe born from your womb
Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb
I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume
Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb
(Hail to the sons of eastern Europe
The Slavonian soul never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream still lives on
Shall be my tomb!
