| Song | The Soldier's Song |
| Artist | Demon Hunter |
| Album | Live In Nashville |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Demon Hunter | |
| Through the clouds of | |
| Allen ash, a lonely mother's cry | |
| Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise | |
| Faith now regained | |
| Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites | |
| Spark of ever-burning power and conviction to fight | |
| Pride be your name | |
| They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life | |
| And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight | |
| Lay down your shame | |
| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost | |
| They say, your purpose is mindless and lost | |
| But we don't adhere to the slander they spill | |
| We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| We are the sons of | |
| Holy Wrath, a shining light in the dark | |
| The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts | |
| Stand in death's way | |
| Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth | |
| Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth | |
| You're not what they say | |
| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost | |
| They say, your purpose is mindless and lost | |
| But we don't adhere to the slander they spill | |
| We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| Turn over the tables and watch them run | |
| You'll be the weapon they can't outrun | |
| Turn over the tables and watch them run | |
| You'll be the weapon they can't outrun, go | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet |
| zuo qu : Demon Hunter | |
| Through the clouds of | |
| Allen ash, a lonely mother' s cry | |
| Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise | |
| Faith now regained | |
| Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites | |
| Spark of everburning power and conviction to fight | |
| Pride be your name | |
| They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life | |
| And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight | |
| Lay down your shame | |
| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost | |
| They say, your purpose is mindless and lost | |
| But we don' t adhere to the slander they spill | |
| We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| We are the sons of | |
| Holy Wrath, a shining light in the dark | |
| The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts | |
| Stand in death' s way | |
| Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth | |
| Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth | |
| You' re not what they say | |
| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost | |
| They say, your purpose is mindless and lost | |
| But we don' t adhere to the slander they spill | |
| We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| Turn over the tables and watch them run | |
| You' ll be the weapon they can' t outrun | |
| Turn over the tables and watch them run | |
| You' ll be the weapon they can' t outrun, go | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet |
| zuò qǔ : Demon Hunter | |
| Through the clouds of | |
| Allen ash, a lonely mother' s cry | |
| Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise | |
| Faith now regained | |
| Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites | |
| Spark of everburning power and conviction to fight | |
| Pride be your name | |
| They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life | |
| And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight | |
| Lay down your shame | |
| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost | |
| They say, your purpose is mindless and lost | |
| But we don' t adhere to the slander they spill | |
| We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| We are the sons of | |
| Holy Wrath, a shining light in the dark | |
| The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts | |
| Stand in death' s way | |
| Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth | |
| Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth | |
| You' re not what they say | |
| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost | |
| They say, your purpose is mindless and lost | |
| But we don' t adhere to the slander they spill | |
| We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| Turn over the tables and watch them run | |
| You' ll be the weapon they can' t outrun | |
| Turn over the tables and watch them run | |
| You' ll be the weapon they can' t outrun, go | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet | |
| These tears we spill, they haunt us still | |
| Cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet |