| Song | Naked Hands |
| Artist | Astarte |
| Album | Rise from Within |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Astarte, Tristessa | |
| Wondering hands, the trees! | |
| The naked stones of grey beauty, | |
| Gathered to kiss the ground's hunger. | |
| Extatic hate upon man's reply. | |
| The war against human instinct. | |
| I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered. | |
| Still I watch the sky | |
| I see within a cry. | |
| For what we fear! | |
| For the why we leave! | |
| Naked hands, the forgotten trees. | |
| Stare as I paint the last eagle. | |
| The symbol of life | |
| The black sign of the sky. | |
| A last leaf of a tree, | |
| The only breath left. | |
| Questions have been made to give no answers | |
| On the hill | |
| I gaze the fortress | |
| It stares useless for the weak ones, | |
| But precious for those who know the way. | |
| Still! I watch the sky, | |
| I see without wanting to cry. | |
| For what we still believe, | |
| For the reason we live |
| zuo qu : Astarte, Tristessa | |
| Wondering hands, the trees! | |
| The naked stones of grey beauty, | |
| Gathered to kiss the ground' s hunger. | |
| Extatic hate upon man' s reply. | |
| The war against human instinct. | |
| I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered. | |
| Still I watch the sky | |
| I see within a cry. | |
| For what we fear! | |
| For the why we leave! | |
| Naked hands, the forgotten trees. | |
| Stare as I paint the last eagle. | |
| The symbol of life | |
| The black sign of the sky. | |
| A last leaf of a tree, | |
| The only breath left. | |
| Questions have been made to give no answers | |
| On the hill | |
| I gaze the fortress | |
| It stares useless for the weak ones, | |
| But precious for those who know the way. | |
| Still! I watch the sky, | |
| I see without wanting to cry. | |
| For what we still believe, | |
| For the reason we live |
| zuò qǔ : Astarte, Tristessa | |
| Wondering hands, the trees! | |
| The naked stones of grey beauty, | |
| Gathered to kiss the ground' s hunger. | |
| Extatic hate upon man' s reply. | |
| The war against human instinct. | |
| I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered. | |
| Still I watch the sky | |
| I see within a cry. | |
| For what we fear! | |
| For the why we leave! | |
| Naked hands, the forgotten trees. | |
| Stare as I paint the last eagle. | |
| The symbol of life | |
| The black sign of the sky. | |
| A last leaf of a tree, | |
| The only breath left. | |
| Questions have been made to give no answers | |
| On the hill | |
| I gaze the fortress | |
| It stares useless for the weak ones, | |
| But precious for those who know the way. | |
| Still! I watch the sky, | |
| I see without wanting to cry. | |
| For what we still believe, | |
| For the reason we live |