Song | You Aquiver |
Artist | Soilwork |
Artist | Dave Sheldon |
Album | Verkligheten |
作词 : Björn Strid | |
作曲 : Björn Strid | |
Turn around my friend | |
and watch it all go down | |
With your heart, with your mind - let it sink | |
Believing your thoughts soon will migrate | |
To a place where your soul is a storm | |
The insight still make you aquiver | |
The ethereal glow of the master | |
Who controls all your imminent thoughts | |
Is consuming your way to salvation, heed… | |
As fire breaks the dawn | |
Pervasive hatred | |
Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
Wuthering days are | |
Extending your breakdown | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages to come | |
Speeding through chambers of delusions | |
Summoning the ghosts of ourselves | |
The aurora of our blind faith | |
It is me but it’s you that I feel | |
The shivers are constant but soothing | |
The love for the order of sins | |
It’s faithful but still it is spreading disease | |
Pervasive hatred | |
Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
Wuthering days are | |
Extending your breakdown | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages to come | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages to come |
zuò cí : Bj rn Strid | |
zuò qǔ : Bj rn Strid | |
Turn around my friend | |
and watch it all go down | |
With your heart, with your mind let it sink | |
Believing your thoughts soon will migrate | |
To a place where your soul is a storm | |
The insight still make you aquiver | |
The ethereal glow of the master | |
Who controls all your imminent thoughts | |
Is consuming your way to salvation, heed | |
As fire breaks the dawn | |
Pervasive hatred | |
Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
Wuthering days are | |
Extending your breakdown | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages to come | |
Speeding through chambers of delusions | |
Summoning the ghosts of ourselves | |
The aurora of our blind faith | |
It is me but it' s you that I feel | |
The shivers are constant but soothing | |
The love for the order of sins | |
It' s faithful but still it is spreading disease | |
Pervasive hatred | |
Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
Wuthering days are | |
Extending your breakdown | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages to come | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages | |
Lash out | |
As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
Washed out | |
As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
Greeting somber ages to come |