| 歌曲 | The Anvil |
| 歌手 | Shaman's Harvest |
| 专辑 | March of the Bastards |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Incomplete | |
| The space | |
| Between shoving and hell to walk | |
| Begging them not to freak out | |
| Show your anger | |
| Son we’ve created this all for you | |
| Telling the devil to weep | |
| So we can hold on | |
| Strike the anvil | |
| Stand and we have already won | |
| Shore up the last brigade | |
| Send all the soldiers home | |
| Testing the will of that at any cost now | |
| Our denial | |
| What a sweet sensation | |
| Turning the tide as we watch | |
| Back to your life | |
| Just to defend | |
| On the run again | |
| Something I can taste | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Getting weak and frail | |
| Try to tip the scale | |
| Something I can touch | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| Feast | |
| Feed on the world that we gave | |
| Your gluttony sickens the void | |
| Never fearing | |
| How brave to waste it all | |
| The cadence of silence in men | |
| X | |
| Never ending | |
| Back to your lies | |
| Just to defend | |
| On the run again | |
| Something I can taste | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Getting weak and frail | |
| Try to tip the scale | |
| Something I can touch | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Space | |
| Between shoving and hell to walk | |
| Begging them not to freak out | |
| Testing the will of it at any cost now | |
| Shore up the last brigade | |
| Send all the soldiers home | |
| Testing the will of it at any cost now | |
| Feed on the world that we gave | |
| Your gluttony sickens the void | |
| Never fearing | |
| How brave to waste it all |
| Incomplete | |
| The space | |
| Between shoving and hell to walk | |
| Begging them not to freak out | |
| Show your anger | |
| Son we' ve created this all for you | |
| Telling the devil to weep | |
| So we can hold on | |
| Strike the anvil | |
| Stand and we have already won | |
| Shore up the last brigade | |
| Send all the soldiers home | |
| Testing the will of that at any cost now | |
| Our denial | |
| What a sweet sensation | |
| Turning the tide as we watch | |
| Back to your life | |
| Just to defend | |
| On the run again | |
| Something I can taste | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Getting weak and frail | |
| Try to tip the scale | |
| Something I can touch | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| Feast | |
| Feed on the world that we gave | |
| Your gluttony sickens the void | |
| Never fearing | |
| How brave to waste it all | |
| The cadence of silence in men | |
| X | |
| Never ending | |
| Back to your lies | |
| Just to defend | |
| On the run again | |
| Something I can taste | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Getting weak and frail | |
| Try to tip the scale | |
| Something I can touch | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Space | |
| Between shoving and hell to walk | |
| Begging them not to freak out | |
| Testing the will of it at any cost now | |
| Shore up the last brigade | |
| Send all the soldiers home | |
| Testing the will of it at any cost now | |
| Feed on the world that we gave | |
| Your gluttony sickens the void | |
| Never fearing | |
| How brave to waste it all |
| Incomplete | |
| The space | |
| Between shoving and hell to walk | |
| Begging them not to freak out | |
| Show your anger | |
| Son we' ve created this all for you | |
| Telling the devil to weep | |
| So we can hold on | |
| Strike the anvil | |
| Stand and we have already won | |
| Shore up the last brigade | |
| Send all the soldiers home | |
| Testing the will of that at any cost now | |
| Our denial | |
| What a sweet sensation | |
| Turning the tide as we watch | |
| Back to your life | |
| Just to defend | |
| On the run again | |
| Something I can taste | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Getting weak and frail | |
| Try to tip the scale | |
| Something I can touch | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| Feast | |
| Feed on the world that we gave | |
| Your gluttony sickens the void | |
| Never fearing | |
| How brave to waste it all | |
| The cadence of silence in men | |
| X | |
| Never ending | |
| Back to your lies | |
| Just to defend | |
| On the run again | |
| Something I can taste | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Getting weak and frail | |
| Try to tip the scale | |
| Something I can touch | |
| Bring down the walls | |
| And conform again | |
| Space | |
| Between shoving and hell to walk | |
| Begging them not to freak out | |
| Testing the will of it at any cost now | |
| Shore up the last brigade | |
| Send all the soldiers home | |
| Testing the will of it at any cost now | |
| Feed on the world that we gave | |
| Your gluttony sickens the void | |
| Never fearing | |
| How brave to waste it all |