| Song | An Era Of Revolution |
| Artist | Salt the Wound |
| Album | Ares |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Scott, Walters, Wessoly | |
| Just like paint, this is the human way, thou's death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled. | |
| Purely blood and exrement, this is unholy, the holy war is a mask. | |
| Disgust, betrayal, mutiny, destruction. (2x) | |
| Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the. | |
| These stars are spreading, throughout the surface. | |
| The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war. | |
| Cause I heard a noise in the street after the accident, the accident. | |
| Left to bear arms as our token, left to bear arms. (2x) | |
| Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the. | |
| These stars are spreading, throughout the surface. | |
| The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war. | |
| How long will we hold, how long will we. | |
| Hold my escape, my breathe, my might, this power of my sight, this bleeding from my own figure. | |
| A motion of the abandoned, this is an era of revolution. | |
| Again the streets grew restless leaving heads to the curbs, teeth pressing through gums. |
| zuo qu : Scott, Walters, Wessoly | |
| Just like paint, this is the human way, thou' s death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled. | |
| Purely blood and exrement, this is unholy, the holy war is a mask. | |
| Disgust, betrayal, mutiny, destruction. 2x | |
| Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the. | |
| These stars are spreading, throughout the surface. | |
| The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war. | |
| Cause I heard a noise in the street after the accident, the accident. | |
| Left to bear arms as our token, left to bear arms. 2x | |
| Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the. | |
| These stars are spreading, throughout the surface. | |
| The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war. | |
| How long will we hold, how long will we. | |
| Hold my escape, my breathe, my might, this power of my sight, this bleeding from my own figure. | |
| A motion of the abandoned, this is an era of revolution. | |
| Again the streets grew restless leaving heads to the curbs, teeth pressing through gums. |
| zuò qǔ : Scott, Walters, Wessoly | |
| Just like paint, this is the human way, thou' s death war driven, battlefield scent fulfilled. | |
| Purely blood and exrement, this is unholy, the holy war is a mask. | |
| Disgust, betrayal, mutiny, destruction. 2x | |
| Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the. | |
| These stars are spreading, throughout the surface. | |
| The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war. | |
| Cause I heard a noise in the street after the accident, the accident. | |
| Left to bear arms as our token, left to bear arms. 2x | |
| Just like paint thrown onto canvas, thrown onto the. | |
| These stars are spreading, throughout the surface. | |
| The perfect candidate for an oversea mutiny, grave fear of no return fear without war. | |
| How long will we hold, how long will we. | |
| Hold my escape, my breathe, my might, this power of my sight, this bleeding from my own figure. | |
| A motion of the abandoned, this is an era of revolution. | |
| Again the streets grew restless leaving heads to the curbs, teeth pressing through gums. |