| Song | Justice Of Suffering |
| Artist | Swallow the Sun |
| Album | Hope |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I curse the love for you | |
| And the pale souls you have tasted | |
| The sings of filthy passion | |
| Will soon turn to cries of pain | |
| When I claim what is mine | |
| Through the justice of suffering | |
| When the paying of her sins come closer | |
| The night will end in tears | |
| And the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers | |
| You will be sentenced the same | |
| Every second with her I count | |
| And for every second you will suffer too | |
| No light will save them now | |
| When the words of hope have all been spoken | |
| And I wash the blood from my hands | |
| And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers | |
| For my anger is greater | |
| Than the hand that once swept your cheek | |
| And my anger is greater | |
| Than the human I was | |
| I will claim that is mine | |
| Through the justice of suffering | |
| No light will save them now | |
| When the words of hope have all been spoken | |
| And I wash the blood from my hands | |
| And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers | |
| Is this poison in your womb | |
| Worth of the burning flesh | |
| In this pyre of ghost lovers | |
| But every second with her I count | |
| And for every second you will suffer too | |
| The night will end… | |
| It will end in tears soon |
| I curse the love for you | |
| And the pale souls you have tasted | |
| The sings of filthy passion | |
| Will soon turn to cries of pain | |
| When I claim what is mine | |
| Through the justice of suffering | |
| When the paying of her sins come closer | |
| The night will end in tears | |
| And the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers | |
| You will be sentenced the same | |
| Every second with her I count | |
| And for every second you will suffer too | |
| No light will save them now | |
| When the words of hope have all been spoken | |
| And I wash the blood from my hands | |
| And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers | |
| For my anger is greater | |
| Than the hand that once swept your cheek | |
| And my anger is greater | |
| Than the human I was | |
| I will claim that is mine | |
| Through the justice of suffering | |
| No light will save them now | |
| When the words of hope have all been spoken | |
| And I wash the blood from my hands | |
| And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers | |
| Is this poison in your womb | |
| Worth of the burning flesh | |
| In this pyre of ghost lovers | |
| But every second with her I count | |
| And for every second you will suffer too | |
| The night will end | |
| It will end in tears soon |
| I curse the love for you | |
| And the pale souls you have tasted | |
| The sings of filthy passion | |
| Will soon turn to cries of pain | |
| When I claim what is mine | |
| Through the justice of suffering | |
| When the paying of her sins come closer | |
| The night will end in tears | |
| And the moment you dirt her skin with your fingers | |
| You will be sentenced the same | |
| Every second with her I count | |
| And for every second you will suffer too | |
| No light will save them now | |
| When the words of hope have all been spoken | |
| And I wash the blood from my hands | |
| And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers | |
| For my anger is greater | |
| Than the hand that once swept your cheek | |
| And my anger is greater | |
| Than the human I was | |
| I will claim that is mine | |
| Through the justice of suffering | |
| No light will save them now | |
| When the words of hope have all been spoken | |
| And I wash the blood from my hands | |
| And let them lie silent and cold on the flowers | |
| Is this poison in your womb | |
| Worth of the burning flesh | |
| In this pyre of ghost lovers | |
| But every second with her I count | |
| And for every second you will suffer too | |
| The night will end | |
| It will end in tears soon |