| Song | Alone I Stand In Fires |
| Artist | Disillusion |
| Album | Back To Times Of Splendor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
| In awkward times at awkward places ... | |
| Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces | |
| Sneak around me glowering. | |
| I should be running away | |
| But I keep standing here in fires. | |
| Sinister choirs of whip-lashing demons | |
| With circling vultures in a dreadful allegiance. | |
| Singing out of tune in empty words and empty phrases | |
| Heard it all before from a familiar face. | |
| And every tone cuts deep as rain in april | |
| Every chord they form tears open the wounds | |
| But today will be my day | |
| When I stand up and be brave | |
| Today it is me and my ire | |
| Today I stand alone in fires. | |
| Was my heart one of a sparrow? | |
| Caged in the prospects of disbeliefer's eyes | |
| Was I lurking in my own shadow? | |
| For a minute free of compromise. | |
| So many years have passed inside the mussel | |
| So many have defiled my realm | |
| So many foreign tongues and unknown words | |
| So many blether and blether and blether... | |
| Awoke. From sorrow sleep. | |
| And every tone cuts deep as rain in april | |
| And every chord they form tears open the wounds | |
| But today will be my day | |
| When I stand up and be brave | |
| Today it is me and my ire | |
| Today I stand alone in fires. |
| zuo qu : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
| In awkward times at awkward places ... | |
| Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces | |
| Sneak around me glowering. | |
| I should be running away | |
| But I keep standing here in fires. | |
| Sinister choirs of whiplashing demons | |
| With circling vultures in a dreadful allegiance. | |
| Singing out of tune in empty words and empty phrases | |
| Heard it all before from a familiar face. | |
| And every tone cuts deep as rain in april | |
| Every chord they form tears open the wounds | |
| But today will be my day | |
| When I stand up and be brave | |
| Today it is me and my ire | |
| Today I stand alone in fires. | |
| Was my heart one of a sparrow? | |
| Caged in the prospects of disbeliefer' s eyes | |
| Was I lurking in my own shadow? | |
| For a minute free of compromise. | |
| So many years have passed inside the mussel | |
| So many have defiled my realm | |
| So many foreign tongues and unknown words | |
| So many blether and blether and blether... | |
| Awoke. From sorrow sleep. | |
| And every tone cuts deep as rain in april | |
| And every chord they form tears open the wounds | |
| But today will be my day | |
| When I stand up and be brave | |
| Today it is me and my ire | |
| Today I stand alone in fires. |
| zuò qǔ : Disillusion, Vurtox | |
| In awkward times at awkward places ... | |
| Rogues in glitter robes, with fierce grimaces | |
| Sneak around me glowering. | |
| I should be running away | |
| But I keep standing here in fires. | |
| Sinister choirs of whiplashing demons | |
| With circling vultures in a dreadful allegiance. | |
| Singing out of tune in empty words and empty phrases | |
| Heard it all before from a familiar face. | |
| And every tone cuts deep as rain in april | |
| Every chord they form tears open the wounds | |
| But today will be my day | |
| When I stand up and be brave | |
| Today it is me and my ire | |
| Today I stand alone in fires. | |
| Was my heart one of a sparrow? | |
| Caged in the prospects of disbeliefer' s eyes | |
| Was I lurking in my own shadow? | |
| For a minute free of compromise. | |
| So many years have passed inside the mussel | |
| So many have defiled my realm | |
| So many foreign tongues and unknown words | |
| So many blether and blether and blether... | |
| Awoke. From sorrow sleep. | |
| And every tone cuts deep as rain in april | |
| And every chord they form tears open the wounds | |
| But today will be my day | |
| When I stand up and be brave | |
| Today it is me and my ire | |
| Today I stand alone in fires. |