[00:00.000] 作曲 : A/V
[00:35.786]Fists forged from selfish meat
[00:38.890]Dissolve at first hand
[00:41.934]Eyes that have no struggle seen
[00:44.978]Squint at the horizon
[00:48.236]Wet skin now paper thin
[00:50.733]Reveals a core of dust
[00:54.156]Broken vessels in
[00:56.730]An ocean of rust
[01:12.514]Shallow rocks meet hands
[01:15.750]Blood upon the sands
[01:18.586]Drowning water dance
[01:21.373]Metaphorical
[01:24.943]Didn’t watch the clock
[01:27.659]Didn’t say enough
[01:30.940]Didn’t care at all
[01:33.780]A legacy of sores
[01:50.050]Cold is the hand once calloused
[01:55.766]Impressions of wilting strength
[02:01.861]Now govern our instincts
[02:05.245]Strangled by softness
[02:14.919]And now only eerily soft
[02:21.888]The skin of the host
[02:25.740]Where before the shield of better men
[02:31.641]Bolstered armour upon bone
[02:38.721]Where once we weilded mighty swords
[02:43.545]That triumphed into stone
[02:50.601]Cold is the hand once calloused
[02:56.320]Impressions of wilting strength
[03:08.109]Strangled by softness
[03:26.076]That triumphed into stone
[03:35.264]That triumphed into stone
[03:50.157]Where before the shield of better men
[03:56.100]Bolstered armour upon bone
[04:01.618]Where once we weilded mighty swords
[04:07.496]That triumphed into stone
[04:13.055]A legacy of sores…
[04:31.319]As if it would be easy
[04:37.224]As if you could purchase victory
[04:43.011]As if all the blood and toil of our fathers
[04:49.248]Meant absolutely nothing
[05:19.617]As if it would be easy
[05:25.261]As if you could purchase victory
[05:31.244]As if all the struggle and toil of our fathers
[05:37.677]Meant absolutely nothing

作曲 : A/V
Fists forged from selfish meat
Dissolve at first hand
Eyes that have no struggle seen
Squint at the horizon
Wet skin now paper thin
Reveals a core of dust
Broken vessels in
An ocean of rust
Shallow rocks meet hands
Blood upon the sands
Drowning water dance
Metaphorical
Didn’t watch the clock
Didn’t say enough
Didn’t care at all
A legacy of sores
Cold is the hand once calloused
Impressions of wilting strength
Now govern our instincts
Strangled by softness
And now only eerily soft
The skin of the host
Where before the shield of better men
Bolstered armour upon bone
Where once we weilded mighty swords
That triumphed into stone
Cold is the hand once calloused
Impressions of wilting strength
Strangled by softness
That triumphed into stone
That triumphed into stone
Where before the shield of better men
Bolstered armour upon bone
Where once we weilded mighty swords
That triumphed into stone
A legacy of sores…
As if it would be easy
As if you could purchase victory
As if all the blood and toil of our fathers
Meant absolutely nothing
As if it would be easy
As if you could purchase victory
As if all the struggle and toil of our fathers
Meant absolutely nothing