Song Of Mor'du (From "Brave"/Soundtrack)
Patrick Doyle"Song Of Mor'du (From "Brave"/Soundtrack)" é uma música de Patrick Doyle, 2012, Pop. A música tem 2:07 de duração, 40 lines / 321 words.
Letra
0:04I've hunted for him high 'n' low; I've looked him in the eye
0:08I dream about the perfect way tae make this devil die
0:12Come taste ma blade ya manky bear for gobblin' up ma leg
0:16I'll hunt ye then I'll skin ye hang your noggin on a peg
0:20Mor'du Mor'du
0:22Mor'du Mor'du
0:24You're ancient as the highlands and as unforgivin' too
0:28Mor'du Mor'du
0:30Mor'du Mor'du
0:32Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you
0:36He's bigger than a Cuillin killin' armies with his paws
0:39Mor'du is never happy till the blood runs from his jaws
0:44He murders in the mountains and he fights with ev'ry clan
0:47His teeth and jowls have ripped the hearts fae many a highland man
0:51Mor'du Mor'du
0:53Mor'du Mor'du
0:55He's stolen lads and lassies and wee 'bonnie babies too'
0:59Mor'du Mor'du
1:01Mor'du Mor'du
1:03Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you
1:07Through glen and bog and peat and fog we'll find your furry lair
1:11And then we'll lance you make you dance- you bear that are nae mair
1:15We'll roast your rump add haggis and neeps and fry your blue blood black
1:19We'll mix a slice of thigh with spice and grill you on the rack
1:23Mor'du Mor'du
1:25Mor'du Mor'du
1:27We'll bile yur heed wae dumplin' breed tae make an ursine stew
1:31Mor'du Mor'du
1:33Mor'du Mor'du
1:35Now the time has come for all the clans tae slaughter you
1:39We'll make his hide 'a cozy chair' his head upon the wall
1:43We'll splash a dram of whiskey on his snout at every ball
1:47Tales will tell from glen to glen of how we slayed the beast
1:51And all will toast brave highland men at every royal feast
1:55Mor'du Mor'du
1:57Mor'du Mor'du
1:59The legend spreads from fire tae fire of the devil that we slew
2:03Mor'du Mor'du
2:05Mor'du Mor'du
2:07Now the time has come for all the clans tae slaughter you
I've hunted for him high 'n' low; I've looked him in the eye I dream about the perfect way tae make this devil die Come taste ma blade ya manky bear for gobblin' up ma leg I'll hunt ye then I'll skin ye hang your noggin on a peg Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du You're ancient as the highlands and as unforgivin' too Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you He's bigger than a Cuillin killin' armies with his paws Mor'du is never happy till the blood runs from his jaws He murders in the mountains and he fights with ev'ry clan His teeth and jowls have ripped the hearts fae many a highland man Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du He's stolen lads and lassies and wee 'bonnie babies too' Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Now the time has come for all of us tae slaughter you Through glen and bog and peat and fog we'll find your furry lair And then we'll lance you make you dance- you bear that are nae mair We'll roast your rump add haggis and neeps and fry your blue blood black We'll mix a slice of thigh with spice and grill you on the rack Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du We'll bile yur heed wae dumplin' breed tae make an ursine stew Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Now the time has come for all the clans tae slaughter you We'll make his hide 'a cozy chair' his head upon the wall We'll splash a dram of whiskey on his snout at every ball Tales will tell from glen to glen of how we slayed the beast And all will toast brave highland men at every royal feast Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du The legend spreads from fire tae fire of the devil that we slew Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Mor'du Now the time has come for all the clans tae slaughter you
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