Troublesometimes Lyrics

	作词 : English, Walkyier
	High above the sleeping city streets where we've all grown
	A silent evil
	Slithers through the dawn.
	Blissful in our ignorance -
	God how could we have known
	Today would be the day we learn to mourn?
	The Shades of old dictators rise,
	Impassive eyes - cold hearted.
	Watch their 'wunderkinder' try to finish what they started.
	The morning sky had barely yielded to the sun's caress,
	When from the hills came '
	Yellow Wasps' in swarm.
	Zvornik wakes - discovers what a devil of a mess,
	A fragile peace can look when it's been torn.
	Now we stand like broken statues 'midst the wreckage of our homes,
	Try to recognize our children by the ragsupon their bones.
	Out of the '
	Cold War' into the ceasefire flame! [Chorus:]
	Opened wounds - unsettled scores,
	An ancient hate - new icons.
	The front line starts at our back doors '
	Cause bygones won't be bygones.
	Cleanse the bloodline - start the cull,
	Nazi roulette - six chambers full
	Fail to read the warning signs,
	Find yourself in
	Troublesometimes
	While common sense had turned it's back
	A shadow crossed our nation,
	Can mourning mothers veiled in black sing songs of liberation?
	Out of the '
	Cold War' into the ceasefire flame! [Chorus:]
	Opened wounds - unsettled scores,
	An ancient hate - new icons.
	The front line starts at our back doors '
	Cause bygones won't be bygones.
	Through a mask of tears and cinder -
	Watch your cornfields burn like tinder.
	Fail to read the warning signs,
	Find yourself in
	Troublesometimes

	zuo ci : English, Walkyier
	High above the sleeping city streets where we' ve all grown
	A silent evil
	Slithers through the dawn.
	Blissful in our ignorance
	God how could we have known
	Today would be the day we learn to mourn?
	The Shades of old dictators rise,
	Impassive eyes cold hearted.
	Watch their ' wunderkinder' try to finish what they started.
	The morning sky had barely yielded to the sun' s caress,
	When from the hills came '
	Yellow Wasps' in swarm.
	Zvornik wakes discovers what a devil of a mess,
	A fragile peace can look when it' s been torn.
	Now we stand like broken statues ' midst the wreckage of our homes,
	Try to recognize our children by the ragsupon their bones.
	Out of the '
	Cold War' into the ceasefire flame! Chorus:
	Opened wounds unsettled scores,
	An ancient hate new icons.
	The front line starts at our back doors '
	Cause bygones won' t be bygones.
	Cleanse the bloodline start the cull,
	Nazi roulette six chambers full
	Fail to read the warning signs,
	Find yourself in
	Troublesometimes
	While common sense had turned it' s back
	A shadow crossed our nation,
	Can mourning mothers veiled in black sing songs of liberation?
	Out of the '
	Cold War' into the ceasefire flame! Chorus:
	Opened wounds unsettled scores,
	An ancient hate new icons.
	The front line starts at our back doors '
	Cause bygones won' t be bygones.
	Through a mask of tears and cinder
	Watch your cornfields burn like tinder.
	Fail to read the warning signs,
	Find yourself in
	Troublesometimes

	zuò cí : English, Walkyier
	High above the sleeping city streets where we' ve all grown
	A silent evil
	Slithers through the dawn.
	Blissful in our ignorance
	God how could we have known
	Today would be the day we learn to mourn?
	The Shades of old dictators rise,
	Impassive eyes cold hearted.
	Watch their ' wunderkinder' try to finish what they started.
	The morning sky had barely yielded to the sun' s caress,
	When from the hills came '
	Yellow Wasps' in swarm.
	Zvornik wakes discovers what a devil of a mess,
	A fragile peace can look when it' s been torn.
	Now we stand like broken statues ' midst the wreckage of our homes,
	Try to recognize our children by the ragsupon their bones.
	Out of the '
	Cold War' into the ceasefire flame! Chorus:
	Opened wounds unsettled scores,
	An ancient hate new icons.
	The front line starts at our back doors '
	Cause bygones won' t be bygones.
	Cleanse the bloodline start the cull,
	Nazi roulette six chambers full
	Fail to read the warning signs,
	Find yourself in
	Troublesometimes
	While common sense had turned it' s back
	A shadow crossed our nation,
	Can mourning mothers veiled in black sing songs of liberation?
	Out of the '
	Cold War' into the ceasefire flame! Chorus:
	Opened wounds unsettled scores,
	An ancient hate new icons.
	The front line starts at our back doors '
	Cause bygones won' t be bygones.
	Through a mask of tears and cinder
	Watch your cornfields burn like tinder.
	Fail to read the warning signs,
	Find yourself in
	Troublesometimes

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