Song | The Shadow Hunter |
Artist | Angra |
Album | Temple of Shadows |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bittencourt, Loureiro | |
I remember the blood on his hands | |
So ashamed regretting his faults | |
So defenseless he came from the darkness | |
We spoke and had a good talk | |
Dark old hat reminds me of someone | |
I find hard to recall | |
Bowed his head surrendering to sorrow | |
Wears the face of war | |
Desperate cries | |
(Desperate cries) | |
Running in circles | |
(Mourning in vain) | |
Resigning to terror | |
(A sinful warfare) | |
A sinful warfare | |
(Innocents die) | |
Lost in the faith from my fragile heart... | |
...From my heart | |
Wearing black, a bow without arrows | |
God, have mercy on his soul | |
Eyes of dread, entrenched in horror | |
My devotions are gone! | |
(Desperate cries) | |
Running in circles | |
(Mourning in vain) | |
Resigning to terror | |
(A sinful warfare) | |
Atrocious attack | |
(Atrocious attack) | |
My crusader's faith | |
Drowns in religious blood | |
But I'll fight 'til the end | |
Gonna find my Holy Grail | |
Running blind against the faith | |
Reason slips away | |
Churches falling like castles on the sand | |
Ends the Holy War | |
Have the good for bad. | |
(What does a man gain from his work | |
Under the sun where he labors | |
What is so good for a man in life? | |
During his days he's just like a shadow | |
Vanitas! Vanitas! Utters the oracle | |
A chasing after the wind | |
Meaningless! Meaningless searches for wisdom | |
Everything is in vain like your hunting for shadows) | |
Lost my pride, fought in vain | |
Had to find reasons to my pain - Oh! | |
Running blind against the faith | |
Running blind again | |
Church is falling like castles on the sand | |
Ends the Holy War | |
Jesus was a man | |
With a heart, with a mind | |
With a body, with a soul | |
So divine as your own | |
God has no mind, has no heart | |
Has no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you. | |
No! | |
(Like chasing the wind...) |
zuo qu : Bittencourt, Loureiro | |
I remember the blood on his hands | |
So ashamed regretting his faults | |
So defenseless he came from the darkness | |
We spoke and had a good talk | |
Dark old hat reminds me of someone | |
I find hard to recall | |
Bowed his head surrendering to sorrow | |
Wears the face of war | |
Desperate cries | |
Desperate cries | |
Running in circles | |
Mourning in vain | |
Resigning to terror | |
A sinful warfare | |
A sinful warfare | |
Innocents die | |
Lost in the faith from my fragile heart... | |
... From my heart | |
Wearing black, a bow without arrows | |
God, have mercy on his soul | |
Eyes of dread, entrenched in horror | |
My devotions are gone! | |
Desperate cries | |
Running in circles | |
Mourning in vain | |
Resigning to terror | |
A sinful warfare | |
Atrocious attack | |
Atrocious attack | |
My crusader' s faith | |
Drowns in religious blood | |
But I' ll fight ' til the end | |
Gonna find my Holy Grail | |
Running blind against the faith | |
Reason slips away | |
Churches falling like castles on the sand | |
Ends the Holy War | |
Have the good for bad. | |
What does a man gain from his work | |
Under the sun where he labors | |
What is so good for a man in life? | |
During his days he' s just like a shadow | |
Vanitas! Vanitas! Utters the oracle | |
A chasing after the wind | |
Meaningless! Meaningless searches for wisdom | |
Everything is in vain like your hunting for shadows | |
Lost my pride, fought in vain | |
Had to find reasons to my pain Oh! | |
Running blind against the faith | |
Running blind again | |
Church is falling like castles on the sand | |
Ends the Holy War | |
Jesus was a man | |
With a heart, with a mind | |
With a body, with a soul | |
So divine as your own | |
God has no mind, has no heart | |
Has no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you. | |
No! | |
Like chasing the wind... |
zuò qǔ : Bittencourt, Loureiro | |
I remember the blood on his hands | |
So ashamed regretting his faults | |
So defenseless he came from the darkness | |
We spoke and had a good talk | |
Dark old hat reminds me of someone | |
I find hard to recall | |
Bowed his head surrendering to sorrow | |
Wears the face of war | |
Desperate cries | |
Desperate cries | |
Running in circles | |
Mourning in vain | |
Resigning to terror | |
A sinful warfare | |
A sinful warfare | |
Innocents die | |
Lost in the faith from my fragile heart... | |
... From my heart | |
Wearing black, a bow without arrows | |
God, have mercy on his soul | |
Eyes of dread, entrenched in horror | |
My devotions are gone! | |
Desperate cries | |
Running in circles | |
Mourning in vain | |
Resigning to terror | |
A sinful warfare | |
Atrocious attack | |
Atrocious attack | |
My crusader' s faith | |
Drowns in religious blood | |
But I' ll fight ' til the end | |
Gonna find my Holy Grail | |
Running blind against the faith | |
Reason slips away | |
Churches falling like castles on the sand | |
Ends the Holy War | |
Have the good for bad. | |
What does a man gain from his work | |
Under the sun where he labors | |
What is so good for a man in life? | |
During his days he' s just like a shadow | |
Vanitas! Vanitas! Utters the oracle | |
A chasing after the wind | |
Meaningless! Meaningless searches for wisdom | |
Everything is in vain like your hunting for shadows | |
Lost my pride, fought in vain | |
Had to find reasons to my pain Oh! | |
Running blind against the faith | |
Running blind again | |
Church is falling like castles on the sand | |
Ends the Holy War | |
Jesus was a man | |
With a heart, with a mind | |
With a body, with a soul | |
So divine as your own | |
God has no mind, has no heart | |
Has no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you. | |
No! | |
Like chasing the wind... |