| Song | The Southern Sky |
| Artist | Killing Joke |
| Album | Brighter Than a Thousand Suns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Killing Joke | |
| Peace at the break of dawn, mist on the shore, | |
| Time is healing everything, time is standing still, | |
| A voice that is singing in my head, | |
| With the breeze, the waves, the sea, | |
| As we start to move as one. | |
| Down from the hills, into the forest, | |
| Walking on sands, into the water, | |
| I've been dreaming - islands on my mind | |
| Down from the hills, into the forest, | |
| Walking on sands, into the water, | |
| I've been dreaming - under a southern sky | |
| Bright are the scented flowers, many shades of green, | |
| Water from the purest spring - man is finding wealth, | |
| Down by the clearing in glades of fern and palm, | |
| Invocations rising from servants of the | |
| Star,And we walk with the breeze, the waves, the sea, | |
| As we move in unison. | |
| All the seeds blowing further to the south, | |
| Continuity when all's said and done, | |
| All the seeds blowing further to the south, | |
| Continuity when all's said and done. |
| zuo ci : Killing Joke | |
| Peace at the break of dawn, mist on the shore, | |
| Time is healing everything, time is standing still, | |
| A voice that is singing in my head, | |
| With the breeze, the waves, the sea, | |
| As we start to move as one. | |
| Down from the hills, into the forest, | |
| Walking on sands, into the water, | |
| I' ve been dreaming islands on my mind | |
| Down from the hills, into the forest, | |
| Walking on sands, into the water, | |
| I' ve been dreaming under a southern sky | |
| Bright are the scented flowers, many shades of green, | |
| Water from the purest spring man is finding wealth, | |
| Down by the clearing in glades of fern and palm, | |
| Invocations rising from servants of the | |
| Star, And we walk with the breeze, the waves, the sea, | |
| As we move in unison. | |
| All the seeds blowing further to the south, | |
| Continuity when all' s said and done, | |
| All the seeds blowing further to the south, | |
| Continuity when all' s said and done. |
| zuò cí : Killing Joke | |
| Peace at the break of dawn, mist on the shore, | |
| Time is healing everything, time is standing still, | |
| A voice that is singing in my head, | |
| With the breeze, the waves, the sea, | |
| As we start to move as one. | |
| Down from the hills, into the forest, | |
| Walking on sands, into the water, | |
| I' ve been dreaming islands on my mind | |
| Down from the hills, into the forest, | |
| Walking on sands, into the water, | |
| I' ve been dreaming under a southern sky | |
| Bright are the scented flowers, many shades of green, | |
| Water from the purest spring man is finding wealth, | |
| Down by the clearing in glades of fern and palm, | |
| Invocations rising from servants of the | |
| Star, And we walk with the breeze, the waves, the sea, | |
| As we move in unison. | |
| All the seeds blowing further to the south, | |
| Continuity when all' s said and done, | |
| All the seeds blowing further to the south, | |
| Continuity when all' s said and done. |