歌曲 | For My Enemy |
歌手 | Delta Spirit |
专辑 | Into the Wide |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
As we all marched ahead | |
in the early hours it began | |
letter in my pocket still unread. | |
The fire lit, the sky went red, | |
as we drew near the smell of death | |
treading through the heavy silence left. | |
I told myself I’d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
I was wrong. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It’s not long now. | |
I tried in vain to look away, | |
from the tragic sight of what remained. | |
wiped off the atlas, our birth place. | |
Those of us who still survived, | |
took to the hills before they came. | |
Me, my knife, and my rifle sat in wait. | |
I told myself I’d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
I was wrong. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It’s not long now. | |
My love letter folded out. | |
My last chance I did it now. | |
I began to hear her read aloud, | |
“Don’t you fill your heart with hate, | |
no matter what this world will take, | |
our love must not be disgraced.” | |
I told myself I’d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
You were right. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It’s not long now, it’s not long now | |
“Don’t you fill your heart with hate, | |
no matter what this world will take, | |
our love must not be disgraced.” |
As we all marched ahead | |
in the early hours it began | |
letter in my pocket still unread. | |
The fire lit, the sky went red, | |
as we drew near the smell of death | |
treading through the heavy silence left. | |
I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
I was wrong. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It' s not long now. | |
I tried in vain to look away, | |
from the tragic sight of what remained. | |
wiped off the atlas, our birth place. | |
Those of us who still survived, | |
took to the hills before they came. | |
Me, my knife, and my rifle sat in wait. | |
I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
I was wrong. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It' s not long now. | |
My love letter folded out. | |
My last chance I did it now. | |
I began to hear her read aloud, | |
" Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
no matter what this world will take, | |
our love must not be disgraced." | |
I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
You were right. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It' s not long now, it' s not long now | |
" Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
no matter what this world will take, | |
our love must not be disgraced." |
As we all marched ahead | |
in the early hours it began | |
letter in my pocket still unread. | |
The fire lit, the sky went red, | |
as we drew near the smell of death | |
treading through the heavy silence left. | |
I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
I was wrong. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It' s not long now. | |
I tried in vain to look away, | |
from the tragic sight of what remained. | |
wiped off the atlas, our birth place. | |
Those of us who still survived, | |
took to the hills before they came. | |
Me, my knife, and my rifle sat in wait. | |
I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
I was wrong. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It' s not long now. | |
My love letter folded out. | |
My last chance I did it now. | |
I began to hear her read aloud, | |
" Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
no matter what this world will take, | |
our love must not be disgraced." | |
I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
You were right. | |
Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
It' s not long now, it' s not long now | |
" Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
no matter what this world will take, | |
our love must not be disgraced." |