| Song | Break The Fangs Of The Wicked |
| Artist | Woe of Tyrants |
| Album | Kingdom Of Might |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Catanzaro, Woe Of Tyrants | |
| The darkness will not subside. | |
| Hands are reaching at the | |
| Footsteps stumbling in the night. | |
| The stars can light the way, | |
| Countless eyes ablaze. A lamp | |
| Shining truth. In a corner | |
| Roaches claim the kingdom, they | |
| Scatter in the light. With cloak | |
| Of dark words, they wage this | |
| Fight. Across the room is | |
| Justice, the love for which we | |
| Stand. It will break the fangs of | |
| Wicked men, and crush in it's | |
| Hand. One truth remains in mind: | |
| This place is not our home, with | |
| Every shout we waste, with every | |
| New disgrace, this land will rot | |
| And turn to sand. But are we of | |
| Mind to receive a salutation? The | |
| Knock on the door, the cell decays | |
| Away, into a swirl of scarlet | |
| Disarray, a moment to catch our | |
| Breath and begin to fly away far, | |
| Fly free.. Amazed eyes approved | |
| This. Embarassed, nobles turned | |
| Away. Victims, young men | |
| Screaming, for it's for this in | |
| Which we've prayed: For those who | |
| Can't fight, for those who won't | |
| Fight, find strength within, | |
| Through the love of One. Bonded | |
| In chains, which spark as they're | |
| Broken, sanctified will march. The | |
| Night is quiet. Dew laden branches | |
| Extend lies of a verdict brewing | |
| Within. Hearts go out to the | |
| Tortured ones, seeking out the | |
| Sun. Hold on through the darkened | |
| Times. Reviving as heroes do | |
| Rise, overtop the kings, screaming | |
| Alive, set fire to the night. | |
| Beyond this great escape, where | |
| The darkness cannot go. They've | |
| Preyed on those who can't fight. | |
| On those who won't fight. We've | |
| Prayed for light on this |
| zuo qu : Catanzaro, Woe Of Tyrants | |
| The darkness will not subside. | |
| Hands are reaching at the | |
| Footsteps stumbling in the night. | |
| The stars can light the way, | |
| Countless eyes ablaze. A lamp | |
| Shining truth. In a corner | |
| Roaches claim the kingdom, they | |
| Scatter in the light. With cloak | |
| Of dark words, they wage this | |
| Fight. Across the room is | |
| Justice, the love for which we | |
| Stand. It will break the fangs of | |
| Wicked men, and crush in it' s | |
| Hand. One truth remains in mind: | |
| This place is not our home, with | |
| Every shout we waste, with every | |
| New disgrace, this land will rot | |
| And turn to sand. But are we of | |
| Mind to receive a salutation? The | |
| Knock on the door, the cell decays | |
| Away, into a swirl of scarlet | |
| Disarray, a moment to catch our | |
| Breath and begin to fly away far, | |
| Fly free.. Amazed eyes approved | |
| This. Embarassed, nobles turned | |
| Away. Victims, young men | |
| Screaming, for it' s for this in | |
| Which we' ve prayed: For those who | |
| Can' t fight, for those who won' t | |
| Fight, find strength within, | |
| Through the love of One. Bonded | |
| In chains, which spark as they' re | |
| Broken, sanctified will march. The | |
| Night is quiet. Dew laden branches | |
| Extend lies of a verdict brewing | |
| Within. Hearts go out to the | |
| Tortured ones, seeking out the | |
| Sun. Hold on through the darkened | |
| Times. Reviving as heroes do | |
| Rise, overtop the kings, screaming | |
| Alive, set fire to the night. | |
| Beyond this great escape, where | |
| The darkness cannot go. They' ve | |
| Preyed on those who can' t fight. | |
| On those who won' t fight. We' ve | |
| Prayed for light on this |
| zuò qǔ : Catanzaro, Woe Of Tyrants | |
| The darkness will not subside. | |
| Hands are reaching at the | |
| Footsteps stumbling in the night. | |
| The stars can light the way, | |
| Countless eyes ablaze. A lamp | |
| Shining truth. In a corner | |
| Roaches claim the kingdom, they | |
| Scatter in the light. With cloak | |
| Of dark words, they wage this | |
| Fight. Across the room is | |
| Justice, the love for which we | |
| Stand. It will break the fangs of | |
| Wicked men, and crush in it' s | |
| Hand. One truth remains in mind: | |
| This place is not our home, with | |
| Every shout we waste, with every | |
| New disgrace, this land will rot | |
| And turn to sand. But are we of | |
| Mind to receive a salutation? The | |
| Knock on the door, the cell decays | |
| Away, into a swirl of scarlet | |
| Disarray, a moment to catch our | |
| Breath and begin to fly away far, | |
| Fly free.. Amazed eyes approved | |
| This. Embarassed, nobles turned | |
| Away. Victims, young men | |
| Screaming, for it' s for this in | |
| Which we' ve prayed: For those who | |
| Can' t fight, for those who won' t | |
| Fight, find strength within, | |
| Through the love of One. Bonded | |
| In chains, which spark as they' re | |
| Broken, sanctified will march. The | |
| Night is quiet. Dew laden branches | |
| Extend lies of a verdict brewing | |
| Within. Hearts go out to the | |
| Tortured ones, seeking out the | |
| Sun. Hold on through the darkened | |
| Times. Reviving as heroes do | |
| Rise, overtop the kings, screaming | |
| Alive, set fire to the night. | |
| Beyond this great escape, where | |
| The darkness cannot go. They' ve | |
| Preyed on those who can' t fight. | |
| On those who won' t fight. We' ve | |
| Prayed for light on this |