笨小笨The Soldier’s Song歌词由Demon Hunter演唱，出自专辑《This Is Solid State (Vol. 6)》，下面是《The Soldier’s Song》完整版歌词！
The Soldier’s Song歌词完整版
Through the clouds of fallen ash
A lonely mother's cry
Among the fields of broken glass
The loyal few will arise
Faith now regained
Finding strength within the void
A raging fire ignites
A spark of ever-burning power
And conviction to fight
Pride be your name
They will spit upon the honor that
You guard with your life
And run to hide in selfish fear
When threat of death is in sight
Lay down your shame
Armed with resistance and blind to the cost
They say your purpose is mindless and lost
But we don't adhere to the slander they spill
We mourn with your losses and stand by your will
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
We are the sons of holy wrath
A shining light in the dark
The ones who walk amongst despair
No sign of fear in our hearts
Stand in death's way
Shut out the voice of mindlessness
Open your eyes to the truth
Believe the words that stand the test
And not the slurs of the youth
You're not what they say
Armed with resistance and blind to the cost
They say your purpose is mindless and lost
But we don't adhere to the slander they spill
We mourn with your losses and stand by your will
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
Turn over the tables and watch them run
You'll be the weapon they can't outgun
Turn over the tables and watch them run
You'll be the weapon they can't outgun
Out go
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
