[00:00.000] 作曲 : Toni Pintos/Basti Inselmann/Frank Peterson
[00:48.710]We are the masters of chant
[00:51.460]We are brothers in arms
[00:53.963]For we don't give up
[00:56.446]Till time has come
[00:58.956]Will you guide us god
[01:01.464]We are singing as one
[01:03.957]We are masters of chant
[01:09.197]When the moon turns to dust
[01:11.718]In the mist and the cold
[01:13.954]You'll hear a song calling
[01:16.696]Like a kiss from a rose
[01:19.203]Like a diamond in blood
[01:21.699]Like a light in the dark
[01:24.461]We are masters of chant
[01:32.195]I am the sound lam the promise
[01:37.199]And I will never fear the darkness
[01:43.955]I join the light
[01:51.957]For when they see us ride to glory
[01:56.947]And if we end or start the story
[02:03.709]We will rise
[02:08.463]We are the masters of chant
[02:10.960]Like a face in the crowd
[02:13.452]When nothing else matters
[02:15.968]We‘re standing proud
[02:18.705]And our voice will command
[02:20.961]With the power of sound
[02:23.697]We are masters of chant
[02:28.705]Will you bring us to life
[02:31.197]Take us out of the cold
[02:33.705]We‘ll find our way home
[02:36.201]In fields of gold
[02:38.956]In a world without end
[02:41.447]Through skies and sand
[02:43.958]We are masters of chant

作曲 : Toni Pintos/Basti Inselmann/Frank Peterson
We are the masters of chant
We are brothers in arms
For we don't give up
Till time has come
Will you guide us god
We are singing as one
We are masters of chant
When the moon turns to dust
In the mist and the cold
You'll hear a song calling
Like a kiss from a rose
Like a diamond in blood
Like a light in the dark
We are masters of chant
I am the sound lam the promise
And I will never fear the darkness
I join the light
For when they see us ride to glory
And if we end or start the story
We will rise
We are the masters of chant
Like a face in the crowd
When nothing else matters
We‘re standing proud
And our voice will command
With the power of sound
We are masters of chant
Will you bring us to life
Take us out of the cold
We‘ll find our way home
In fields of gold
In a world without end
Through skies and sand
We are masters of chant