Song | Give Me Your Helping Hand |
Artist | Symphonity |
Album | Voice From The Silence |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Krivak, Vyslouzil | |
Where is the passion of belief | |
Inner movement one can live | |
Rule is to take but not to give | |
You saw a dawn banishing night | |
Did what you thought was right | |
To revive the world that is in need | |
Home was a shelter, now you are displaced | |
Tools of order that hunt you and chase | |
Bring the storm for those in disgrace | |
Now starts the game | |
And the scene is drowned in grey | |
Where fate decides who is hunter, who is prey | |
Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel | |
It's not my will what must be done | |
I'm not the only one | |
Oath is the bound that holds me down | |
A wheel of time signs "the die is cast" | |
Grinds men into dust | |
And you shall burn in stake at last | |
In my wild dreams I hear breaking ice | |
Water's arms do embrace, baptize | |
Tongues of fire devour your cries | |
Life for a life, but its path becomes now vain | |
Who will hear my pray | |
Redeemer twice betrayed? | |
Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel |
zuo qu : Krivak, Vyslouzil | |
Where is the passion of belief | |
Inner movement one can live | |
Rule is to take but not to give | |
You saw a dawn banishing night | |
Did what you thought was right | |
To revive the world that is in need | |
Home was a shelter, now you are displaced | |
Tools of order that hunt you and chase | |
Bring the storm for those in disgrace | |
Now starts the game | |
And the scene is drowned in grey | |
Where fate decides who is hunter, who is prey | |
Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel | |
It' s not my will what must be done | |
I' m not the only one | |
Oath is the bound that holds me down | |
A wheel of time signs " the die is cast" | |
Grinds men into dust | |
And you shall burn in stake at last | |
In my wild dreams I hear breaking ice | |
Water' s arms do embrace, baptize | |
Tongues of fire devour your cries | |
Life for a life, but its path becomes now vain | |
Who will hear my pray | |
Redeemer twice betrayed? | |
Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel |
zuò qǔ : Krivak, Vyslouzil | |
Where is the passion of belief | |
Inner movement one can live | |
Rule is to take but not to give | |
You saw a dawn banishing night | |
Did what you thought was right | |
To revive the world that is in need | |
Home was a shelter, now you are displaced | |
Tools of order that hunt you and chase | |
Bring the storm for those in disgrace | |
Now starts the game | |
And the scene is drowned in grey | |
Where fate decides who is hunter, who is prey | |
Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel | |
It' s not my will what must be done | |
I' m not the only one | |
Oath is the bound that holds me down | |
A wheel of time signs " the die is cast" | |
Grinds men into dust | |
And you shall burn in stake at last | |
In my wild dreams I hear breaking ice | |
Water' s arms do embrace, baptize | |
Tongues of fire devour your cries | |
Life for a life, but its path becomes now vain | |
Who will hear my pray | |
Redeemer twice betrayed? | |
Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel |