| Song | Give Me Your Helping Hand |
| Artist | Symphonity |
| Album | Voice From The Silence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Krivak, Vyslouzil | |
| Where is the passion of belief | |
| Inner movement one can live | |
| Rule is to take but not to give | |
| You saw a dawn banishing night | |
| Did what you thought was right | |
| To revive the world that is in need | |
| Home was a shelter, now you are displaced | |
| Tools of order that hunt you and chase | |
| Bring the storm for those in disgrace | |
| Now starts the game | |
| And the scene is drowned in grey | |
| Where fate decides who is hunter, who is prey | |
| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
| Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel | |
| It's not my will what must be done | |
| I'm not the only one | |
| Oath is the bound that holds me down | |
| A wheel of time signs "the die is cast" | |
| Grinds men into dust | |
| And you shall burn in stake at last | |
| In my wild dreams I hear breaking ice | |
| Water's arms do embrace, baptize | |
| Tongues of fire devour your cries | |
| Life for a life, but its path becomes now vain | |
| Who will hear my pray | |
| Redeemer twice betrayed? | |
| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
| Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel |
| zuo qu : Krivak, Vyslouzil | |
| Where is the passion of belief | |
| Inner movement one can live | |
| Rule is to take but not to give | |
| You saw a dawn banishing night | |
| Did what you thought was right | |
| To revive the world that is in need | |
| Home was a shelter, now you are displaced | |
| Tools of order that hunt you and chase | |
| Bring the storm for those in disgrace | |
| Now starts the game | |
| And the scene is drowned in grey | |
| Where fate decides who is hunter, who is prey | |
| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
| Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel | |
| It' s not my will what must be done | |
| I' m not the only one | |
| Oath is the bound that holds me down | |
| A wheel of time signs " the die is cast" | |
| Grinds men into dust | |
| And you shall burn in stake at last | |
| In my wild dreams I hear breaking ice | |
| Water' s arms do embrace, baptize | |
| Tongues of fire devour your cries | |
| Life for a life, but its path becomes now vain | |
| Who will hear my pray | |
| Redeemer twice betrayed? | |
| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
| Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel |
| zuò qǔ : Krivak, Vyslouzil | |
| Where is the passion of belief | |
| Inner movement one can live | |
| Rule is to take but not to give | |
| You saw a dawn banishing night | |
| Did what you thought was right | |
| To revive the world that is in need | |
| Home was a shelter, now you are displaced | |
| Tools of order that hunt you and chase | |
| Bring the storm for those in disgrace | |
| Now starts the game | |
| And the scene is drowned in grey | |
| Where fate decides who is hunter, who is prey | |
| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
| Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel | |
| It' s not my will what must be done | |
| I' m not the only one | |
| Oath is the bound that holds me down | |
| A wheel of time signs " the die is cast" | |
| Grinds men into dust | |
| And you shall burn in stake at last | |
| In my wild dreams I hear breaking ice | |
| Water' s arms do embrace, baptize | |
| Tongues of fire devour your cries | |
| Life for a life, but its path becomes now vain | |
| Who will hear my pray | |
| Redeemer twice betrayed? | |
| Our hands were joined, in unity we knelt still | |
| But as a trenchant blade is the world surreal | |
| Our reconciliation burning in my heart | |
| Is now torn apart, like Judas I feel |