| Song | You Aquiver |
| Artist | Soilwork |
| Artist | Dave Sheldon |
| Album | Verkligheten |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Björn Strid | |
| 作曲 : Björn Strid | |
| Turn around my friend | |
| and watch it all go down | |
| With your heart, with your mind - let it sink | |
| Believing your thoughts soon will migrate | |
| To a place where your soul is a storm | |
| The insight still make you aquiver | |
| The ethereal glow of the master | |
| Who controls all your imminent thoughts | |
| Is consuming your way to salvation, heed… | |
| As fire breaks the dawn | |
| Pervasive hatred | |
| Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
| Wuthering days are | |
| Extending your breakdown | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come | |
| Speeding through chambers of delusions | |
| Summoning the ghosts of ourselves | |
| The aurora of our blind faith | |
| It is me but it’s you that I feel | |
| The shivers are constant but soothing | |
| The love for the order of sins | |
| It’s faithful but still it is spreading disease | |
| Pervasive hatred | |
| Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
| Wuthering days are | |
| Extending your breakdown | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come |
| zuo ci : Bj rn Strid | |
| zuo qu : Bj rn Strid | |
| Turn around my friend | |
| and watch it all go down | |
| With your heart, with your mind let it sink | |
| Believing your thoughts soon will migrate | |
| To a place where your soul is a storm | |
| The insight still make you aquiver | |
| The ethereal glow of the master | |
| Who controls all your imminent thoughts | |
| Is consuming your way to salvation, heed | |
| As fire breaks the dawn | |
| Pervasive hatred | |
| Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
| Wuthering days are | |
| Extending your breakdown | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come | |
| Speeding through chambers of delusions | |
| Summoning the ghosts of ourselves | |
| The aurora of our blind faith | |
| It is me but it' s you that I feel | |
| The shivers are constant but soothing | |
| The love for the order of sins | |
| It' s faithful but still it is spreading disease | |
| Pervasive hatred | |
| Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
| Wuthering days are | |
| Extending your breakdown | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come |
| zuò cí : Bj rn Strid | |
| zuò qǔ : Bj rn Strid | |
| Turn around my friend | |
| and watch it all go down | |
| With your heart, with your mind let it sink | |
| Believing your thoughts soon will migrate | |
| To a place where your soul is a storm | |
| The insight still make you aquiver | |
| The ethereal glow of the master | |
| Who controls all your imminent thoughts | |
| Is consuming your way to salvation, heed | |
| As fire breaks the dawn | |
| Pervasive hatred | |
| Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
| Wuthering days are | |
| Extending your breakdown | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come | |
| Speeding through chambers of delusions | |
| Summoning the ghosts of ourselves | |
| The aurora of our blind faith | |
| It is me but it' s you that I feel | |
| The shivers are constant but soothing | |
| The love for the order of sins | |
| It' s faithful but still it is spreading disease | |
| Pervasive hatred | |
| Now intruding your inner reluctance | |
| Wuthering days are | |
| Extending your breakdown | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages | |
| Lash out | |
| As the thorns keep piercing your soul | |
| Washed out | |
| As the crown of your conscience turns cold | |
| Greeting somber ages to come |