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Break The Fangs Of The Wicked

	作曲 : Catanzaro, Woe Of Tyrants
	The darkness will not subside.
	Hands are reaching at the
	Footsteps stumbling in the night.
	The stars can light the way,
	Countless eyes ablaze. A lamp
	Shining truth. In a corner
	Roaches claim the kingdom, they
	Scatter in the light. With cloak
	Of dark words, they wage this
	Fight. Across the room is
	Justice, the love for which we
	Stand. It will break the fangs of
	Wicked men, and crush in it's
	Hand. One truth remains in mind:
	This place is not our home, with
	Every shout we waste, with every
	New disgrace, this land will rot
	And turn to sand. But are we of
	Mind to receive a salutation? The
	Knock on the door, the cell decays
	Away, into a swirl of scarlet
	Disarray, a moment to catch our
	Breath and begin to fly away far,
	Fly free.. Amazed eyes approved
	This. Embarassed, nobles turned
	Away. Victims, young men
	Screaming, for it's for this in
	Which we've prayed: For those who
	Can't fight, for those who won't
	Fight, find strength within,
	Through the love of One. Bonded
	In chains, which spark as they're
	Broken, sanctified will march. The
	Night is quiet. Dew laden branches
	Extend lies of a verdict brewing
	Within. Hearts go out to the
	Tortured ones, seeking out the
	Sun. Hold on through the darkened
	Times. Reviving as heroes do
	Rise, overtop the kings, screaming
	Alive, set fire to the night.
	Beyond this great escape, where
	The darkness cannot go. They've
	Preyed on those who can't fight.
	On those who won't fight. We've
	Prayed for light on this

	zuò qǔ : Catanzaro, Woe Of Tyrants
	The darkness will not subside.
	Hands are reaching at the
	Footsteps stumbling in the night.
	The stars can light the way,
	Countless eyes ablaze. A lamp
	Shining truth. In a corner
	Roaches claim the kingdom, they
	Scatter in the light. With cloak
	Of dark words, they wage this
	Fight. Across the room is
	Justice, the love for which we
	Stand. It will break the fangs of
	Wicked men, and crush in it' s
	Hand. One truth remains in mind:
	This place is not our home, with
	Every shout we waste, with every
	New disgrace, this land will rot
	And turn to sand. But are we of
	Mind to receive a salutation? The
	Knock on the door, the cell decays
	Away, into a swirl of scarlet
	Disarray, a moment to catch our
	Breath and begin to fly away far,
	Fly free.. Amazed eyes approved
	This. Embarassed, nobles turned
	Away. Victims, young men
	Screaming, for it' s for this in
	Which we' ve prayed: For those who
	Can' t fight, for those who won' t
	Fight, find strength within,
	Through the love of One. Bonded
	In chains, which spark as they' re
	Broken, sanctified will march. The
	Night is quiet. Dew laden branches
	Extend lies of a verdict brewing
	Within. Hearts go out to the
	Tortured ones, seeking out the
	Sun. Hold on through the darkened
	Times. Reviving as heroes do
	Rise, overtop the kings, screaming
	Alive, set fire to the night.
	Beyond this great escape, where
	The darkness cannot go. They' ve
	Preyed on those who can' t fight.
	On those who won' t fight. We' ve
	Prayed for light on this