Song | Tree Of Freedom |
Artist | Heaven Shall Burn |
Album | Antigone |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Maik | |
Kept away from daylight | |
Deprived from all the songs | |
I loved These walls may hold my body captive, | |
But my soul is attending every sunset | |
This is the hardest there was to walk, | |
But nothing | |
I regret Our death would only be the thing they're praing for, | |
Time won't force us to surrender, | |
Their crippled freedom is not the one we're longing for, | |
As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons, | |
Not born as soldiers, but driven to the end | |
These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence | |
And our scars shall be the seals of freedom | |
I know that time heals nothing | |
Never casting dwon my eyes before the tyrant's throne | |
I know that our screams will sound out to the world, | |
Our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom | |
These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence | |
These wounds will be like memories, cannot banish this idea | |
This idea will overcome all walls and fences | |
A young man's deeds became an old man's wisdom |
zuo qu : Maik | |
Kept away from daylight | |
Deprived from all the songs | |
I loved These walls may hold my body captive, | |
But my soul is attending every sunset | |
This is the hardest there was to walk, | |
But nothing | |
I regret Our death would only be the thing they' re praing for, | |
Time won' t force us to surrender, | |
Their crippled freedom is not the one we' re longing for, | |
As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons, | |
Not born as soldiers, but driven to the end | |
These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence | |
And our scars shall be the seals of freedom | |
I know that time heals nothing | |
Never casting dwon my eyes before the tyrant' s throne | |
I know that our screams will sound out to the world, | |
Our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom | |
These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence | |
These wounds will be like memories, cannot banish this idea | |
This idea will overcome all walls and fences | |
A young man' s deeds became an old man' s wisdom |
zuò qǔ : Maik | |
Kept away from daylight | |
Deprived from all the songs | |
I loved These walls may hold my body captive, | |
But my soul is attending every sunset | |
This is the hardest there was to walk, | |
But nothing | |
I regret Our death would only be the thing they' re praing for, | |
Time won' t force us to surrender, | |
Their crippled freedom is not the one we' re longing for, | |
As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons, | |
Not born as soldiers, but driven to the end | |
These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence | |
And our scars shall be the seals of freedom | |
I know that time heals nothing | |
Never casting dwon my eyes before the tyrant' s throne | |
I know that our screams will sound out to the world, | |
Our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom | |
These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence | |
These wounds will be like memories, cannot banish this idea | |
This idea will overcome all walls and fences | |
A young man' s deeds became an old man' s wisdom |