标题:The Clarion Call
艺人:Falconer
专辑:Chapters from a whale forlorn
作词:Stefan Weinerhall
作曲:Weinerhall
制谱人:GuitarNerd87
指示:Mail: GuitarNerd@spray.se
附注:
I couldn't find any accurate tab on this awesome song,
so i made one myself. Im not sure about the vocals,
but who cares? Name any singer that uses GP to learn
the songs... Anyway, just throwed them in here to get
the right feeling.
Some parts in the intro riff may be wrong too. But most
of the tab is accurate. Hope you'll find it usefull!
/GuitarNerd
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 175
音轨:
- "Lead" - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- xtra lead - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- "Rythm" - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Base - 拨片拨电贝司 Electric Bass(pick)
- Drums - 敲击乐器
- Vocals - 合成主音6（人声） Lead 6 (voice)
- Vocals - 合成主音6（人声） Lead 6 (voice)
- Backup - 合成主音6（人声） Lead 6 (voice)
注释:All ours visions...Hopes of glory....Lead your troops....Hopes of glory....Do yo hear the clarion call.....What are the alliances.....All the trumpets.....Do yo hear the clarion call.....this was tricky... i guess its not accurate at allthis was tricky... i guess its not accurate at all
标记:IntroMain RIffVerse 1 (Pt.1)Melody 1Verse 1 (Pt.2)Riff 2Verse 2 (Pt.1)Melody 1Verse 2 (Pt.2)ChoursMain RiffVerse 3 (Pt.1)Melody 1Verse 3 (Pt.2)ChorusBridgeSolo 1Solo 2Solo 3Riff 2Vocal's partInterludeChorusOutro
歌词:
All our visions of sweet tomorrow
is cracking and fading away.
Hopes of glory are drowned in sorrow
this dissension expels us to yesterday.
Lead your troops into your lust of pride
they'll fight so brave at heart.
Or cast the yoke of envy aside
and keep the land from falling apart.
Do you hear the clarion call,
it's calling out to one and all.
Who will live and who will fall,
who will walk the golden hall.
Do you hear the clarion call,
it's calling out to one and all.
Who is right and who is wrong,
whose side is god really on.
What are the alliances and treaties for
as pretenders yet look to the sky.
All the trumpets will sound once more
and victory will be given another try.
Do you hear the clarion call,
it's calling out to one and all.
Our blood must be spilled
so the nobles' visions can be fulfilled.
The night harvests our land
while the dissidents reach for their dreams.
The nations' split by false hands
while their prize slowly vaporize
into a steam that escape their eyes.
A fool is he who cannot foresee,
hell is what this, our land will be.
Yes hell what is this, our land will be.
Do you hear the clarion call,
it's calling out to one and all.
Which side will finally prevail,
while the other side will fail.
How many pretenders can we endure?
The land is bleeding, so not many more.
Who may better the royal sceptre sway?
Questions, questions,
you'll see at the end of the day.
