Firestorm Redemption Lyrics
| Song | Firestorm Redemption |
| Artist | Ares Kingdom |
| Album | Return to Dust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chuck Keller | |
| I am the offspring of resignation | |
| adopted by the fires of discontent | |
| Optimism becomes an opiate | |
| Survival and glory to the brave | |
| Struggle stirs the human spirit | |
| kept keen on the grindstone of tiol | |
| Pain and fear light the fire | |
| But how high to stoke the flame? | |
| Burn | |
| Can the sheep be awakened? | |
| I see signs of life flicker and die | |
| Countless as the stars are our choices | |
| The road has forged before us - now choose | |
| not this time,a new way must be forged | |
| Forged to or from hell - we choose | |
| Salvation just within reach | |
| But how high must we stoke the flames? | |
| Burn, burn, burn | |
| The sanctimonious rabble cries louder | |
| Opposition for its own sake | |
| All caught within this maze | |
| How many wolves are there among us? | |
| If dissipline is born through struggle... | |
| Where is it now ? | |
| Unconscious and buried by apathy | |
| A cleansing firestorm gathers and grows... | |
| The Cloudness nightsky glows at the horizon | |
| But the zenith remains black as pitch | |
| silent flashes like summer lightning | |
| Dawn approaches - the morning | |
| Horned moon rises | |
| This morning will be like no other | |
| Firestorm awaits beneath the skyline | |
| Awaits to consume our timid world | |
| Because it's time to burn again | |
| Thunder sounds a warning | |
| But no one stirs to rise | |
| Silence descends like a funeral shroud | |
| A final chance passes | |
| The firestorm consumes the dead | |
| Burn, burn, burn | |
| White phosphorous flames reaching higher | |
| Heaven chokes on the smoke | |
| Mesmerised by the light of their own death | |
| Burning out forever | |
| The dust - borne by the wind... | |
| Slash and burn and slash and burn and | |
| turn to fire... |
| zuo qu : Chuck Keller | |
| I am the offspring of resignation | |
| adopted by the fires of discontent | |
| Optimism becomes an opiate | |
| Survival and glory to the brave | |
| Struggle stirs the human spirit | |
| kept keen on the grindstone of tiol | |
| Pain and fear light the fire | |
| But how high to stoke the flame? | |
| Burn | |
| Can the sheep be awakened? | |
| I see signs of life flicker and die | |
| Countless as the stars are our choices | |
| The road has forged before us now choose | |
| not this time, a new way must be forged | |
| Forged to or from hell we choose | |
| Salvation just within reach | |
| But how high must we stoke the flames? | |
| Burn, burn, burn | |
| The sanctimonious rabble cries louder | |
| Opposition for its own sake | |
| All caught within this maze | |
| How many wolves are there among us? | |
| If dissipline is born through struggle... | |
| Where is it now nbsp? | |
| Unconscious and buried by apathy | |
| A cleansing firestorm gathers and grows... | |
| The Cloudness nightsky glows at the horizon | |
| But the zenith remains black as pitch | |
| silent flashes like summer lightning | |
| Dawn approaches the morning | |
| Horned moon rises | |
| This morning will be like no other | |
| Firestorm awaits beneath the skyline | |
| Awaits to consume our timid world | |
| Because it' s time to burn again | |
| Thunder sounds a warning | |
| But no one stirs to rise | |
| Silence descends like a funeral shroud | |
| A final chance passes | |
| The firestorm consumes the dead | |
| Burn, burn, burn | |
| White phosphorous flames reaching higher | |
| Heaven chokes on the smoke | |
| Mesmerised by the light of their own death | |
| Burning out forever | |
| The dust borne by the wind... | |
| Slash and burn and slash and burn and | |
| turn to fire... |
| zuò qǔ : Chuck Keller | |
| I am the offspring of resignation | |
| adopted by the fires of discontent | |
| Optimism becomes an opiate | |
| Survival and glory to the brave | |
| Struggle stirs the human spirit | |
| kept keen on the grindstone of tiol | |
| Pain and fear light the fire | |
| But how high to stoke the flame? | |
| Burn | |
| Can the sheep be awakened? | |
| I see signs of life flicker and die | |
| Countless as the stars are our choices | |
| The road has forged before us now choose | |
| not this time, a new way must be forged | |
| Forged to or from hell we choose | |
| Salvation just within reach | |
| But how high must we stoke the flames? | |
| Burn, burn, burn | |
| The sanctimonious rabble cries louder | |
| Opposition for its own sake | |
| All caught within this maze | |
| How many wolves are there among us? | |
| If dissipline is born through struggle... | |
| Where is it now nbsp? | |
| Unconscious and buried by apathy | |
| A cleansing firestorm gathers and grows... | |
| The Cloudness nightsky glows at the horizon | |
| But the zenith remains black as pitch | |
| silent flashes like summer lightning | |
| Dawn approaches the morning | |
| Horned moon rises | |
| This morning will be like no other | |
| Firestorm awaits beneath the skyline | |
| Awaits to consume our timid world | |
| Because it' s time to burn again | |
| Thunder sounds a warning | |
| But no one stirs to rise | |
| Silence descends like a funeral shroud | |
| A final chance passes | |
| The firestorm consumes the dead | |
| Burn, burn, burn | |
| White phosphorous flames reaching higher | |
| Heaven chokes on the smoke | |
| Mesmerised by the light of their own death | |
| Burning out forever | |
| The dust borne by the wind... | |
| Slash and burn and slash and burn and | |
| turn to fire... |
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