vows. Words from the wise; the death of the right. The blood red tears upon the sight of death among us. The scent of life expires. The hope dies within
but behind his modest smile lies the grief Only one picture of his brave son remains It seems that the vicious circle Can never be broken through The hopeful
in a cell of war Forlorn hope What was the reason why? Forlorn, forlorn hope Broken down Forlorn, forlorn hope In agony I blame Forlorn, forlorn hope Forlorn, forlorn hope
Translation: Passion. Forlorn Hope.
(John Dowland) (Instrumental)
: (John Dowland) (Instrumental)
crestfallen vows. Words from the wise; the death of the right. The blood red tears upon the sight of death among us. The scent of life expires. The hope
But behind his modest smile lies the grief Only one picture of his brave son remains It seems that the vicious circle Can never be broken through The hopeful
