Текст песни The Devil & the Huntsman - Daniel Pemberton & 李璨琛
Young
man
came
from
hunting
faint,
tired
and
weary
What
does
ail
my
Lord,
my
dearie?
Oh,
brother
dear,
let
my
bed
be
made
For
I
feel
the
gripe
of
the
woody
nightshade
Many
a
man
would
die
as
soon
Out
of
the
light
of
a
mage's
moon
But
it's
not
by
bone,
but
yet
by
blade
Can
break
the
magic
that
the
devil
made
And
it's
not
by
fire,
but
was
forged
in
flame
Can
drown
the
sorrows
of
a
huntsman's
pain
This
young
man
he
died
fair
soon
By
the
light
of
a
hunter's
moon
'Twas
not
by
bone,
nor
yet
by
blade
Of
the
berries
of
the
woody
nightshade
Oh
Father
dear,
lie
and
be
safe
From
the
path
that
the
devil
made
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