Song | The Gates of Delirium |
Artist | Yes |
Album | Symphonic Live |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Anderson, Howe, Moraz, Squire ... | |
Stand and fight, we do consider | |
Reminded of an inner pact between us | |
That's seen as we go and ride there in motion | |
To fields secrets of honor, defending | |
Stand the marchers soaring talons | |
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom | |
Fighting we know, destroy oppression | |
The point to reaction as leaders look to you, attacking | |
Choose and renounce, throwing chains to the floor | |
Kill or be killing, faster sins correct the flow | |
Casting giant shadows off fast penetrating force | |
To alter via the war that seen as friction spans | |
The spirit's wrath ascending to redeem | |
Wars that shout in screams of anguish | |
Power spent passion despoils our soul receiver | |
Surely we know, in glory we rise to offer | |
Create our freedom, a word we utter, a word | |
Words cause our banner, victorious our day | |
Will silence be promised as violence displays? | |
The curse increased, we fight the power and live by it by day | |
Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide | |
The leader's hand in paths of glory to the cause | |
Listen, should we fight forever | |
Knowing, as we do know fear destroys? | |
Listen, should we leave our children? | |
Listen, our lives stare in silence, help us now | |
Listen, your friends have been broken | |
They tell us of your poison, now we know | |
Kill them, give them as they give us | |
Slay them, burn their children's laughter on to hell | |
The fist will run, grasp metal to gun | |
Spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum | |
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn | |
The pen won't stay the demon's wings | |
The hour approaches, pounding out the | |
Devil's sermon | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Pass within and soothe this endless night | |
Oh wait here for you, our reason to be here | |
Soon oh soon the time | |
All we move to gain will reach and calm | |
Our heart is open, our reason to be here | |
Long ago, set into rhyme | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
The sun will lead us, our reason to be here | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
The sun will lead us, our reason to be here |
zuo qu : Anderson, Howe, Moraz, Squire ... | |
Stand and fight, we do consider | |
Reminded of an inner pact between us | |
That' s seen as we go and ride there in motion | |
To fields secrets of honor, defending | |
Stand the marchers soaring talons | |
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom | |
Fighting we know, destroy oppression | |
The point to reaction as leaders look to you, attacking | |
Choose and renounce, throwing chains to the floor | |
Kill or be killing, faster sins correct the flow | |
Casting giant shadows off fast penetrating force | |
To alter via the war that seen as friction spans | |
The spirit' s wrath ascending to redeem | |
Wars that shout in screams of anguish | |
Power spent passion despoils our soul receiver | |
Surely we know, in glory we rise to offer | |
Create our freedom, a word we utter, a word | |
Words cause our banner, victorious our day | |
Will silence be promised as violence displays? | |
The curse increased, we fight the power and live by it by day | |
Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide | |
The leader' s hand in paths of glory to the cause | |
Listen, should we fight forever | |
Knowing, as we do know fear destroys? | |
Listen, should we leave our children? | |
Listen, our lives stare in silence, help us now | |
Listen, your friends have been broken | |
They tell us of your poison, now we know | |
Kill them, give them as they give us | |
Slay them, burn their children' s laughter on to hell | |
The fist will run, grasp metal to gun | |
Spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum | |
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn | |
The pen won' t stay the demon' s wings | |
The hour approaches, pounding out the | |
Devil' s sermon | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Pass within and soothe this endless night | |
Oh wait here for you, our reason to be here | |
Soon oh soon the time | |
All we move to gain will reach and calm | |
Our heart is open, our reason to be here | |
Long ago, set into rhyme | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
The sun will lead us, our reason to be here | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
The sun will lead us, our reason to be here |
zuò qǔ : Anderson, Howe, Moraz, Squire ... | |
Stand and fight, we do consider | |
Reminded of an inner pact between us | |
That' s seen as we go and ride there in motion | |
To fields secrets of honor, defending | |
Stand the marchers soaring talons | |
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom | |
Fighting we know, destroy oppression | |
The point to reaction as leaders look to you, attacking | |
Choose and renounce, throwing chains to the floor | |
Kill or be killing, faster sins correct the flow | |
Casting giant shadows off fast penetrating force | |
To alter via the war that seen as friction spans | |
The spirit' s wrath ascending to redeem | |
Wars that shout in screams of anguish | |
Power spent passion despoils our soul receiver | |
Surely we know, in glory we rise to offer | |
Create our freedom, a word we utter, a word | |
Words cause our banner, victorious our day | |
Will silence be promised as violence displays? | |
The curse increased, we fight the power and live by it by day | |
Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide | |
The leader' s hand in paths of glory to the cause | |
Listen, should we fight forever | |
Knowing, as we do know fear destroys? | |
Listen, should we leave our children? | |
Listen, our lives stare in silence, help us now | |
Listen, your friends have been broken | |
They tell us of your poison, now we know | |
Kill them, give them as they give us | |
Slay them, burn their children' s laughter on to hell | |
The fist will run, grasp metal to gun | |
Spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum | |
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn | |
The pen won' t stay the demon' s wings | |
The hour approaches, pounding out the | |
Devil' s sermon | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Pass within and soothe this endless night | |
Oh wait here for you, our reason to be here | |
Soon oh soon the time | |
All we move to gain will reach and calm | |
Our heart is open, our reason to be here | |
Long ago, set into rhyme | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
The sun will lead us, our reason to be here | |
Soon oh soon the light | |
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right | |
The sun will lead us, our reason to be here |