| Song | Gallows (Give'em Rope) |
| Artist | Harakiri for the sky |
| Album | Aokigahara |
| [00:30.72] | They caught us near the street, like deer that takes refuge to the dark. |
| [00:37.39] | Always in our backs they snapped us in our weakest moments. |
| [00:44.46] | With broken legs you can’t run that far, they’ll obtain you fast, |
| [00:52.12] | and take aware to hear what they mean, cause usually they speak with knives |
| [01:07.97][01:01.27] | They speak with knives! |
| [01:27.54] | Voices sounding like an empty orchestra that plays the soundtrack of our lies, |
| [01:34.42] | every single note they bow or wind feels like a thorn in skin. |
| [01:41.80] | In the end this journey was anything else but successful, one bridge too far, |
| [01:49.42] | we searched for freedom and found nothing but a cold tomb! |
| [02:17.33][02:10.21] | At least we found nothing but a cold tomb! |
| [03:10.69] | To narrate retroperspectively, |
| [03:13.53] | I never thought this trip could end up in chains, |
| [03:17.97] | somehow we always thought, |
| [03:20.17] | that we’d be the arsonists that will set the world on fire! |
| [04:50.47] | And once again I’m calling the rain, to wash away this dry fields of grief, |
| [04:57.70] | to wash away my bones and all I’ve ever feared. |
| [05:04.45] | Everything I know for sure is that time’s a mirror itself, |
| [05:11.48] | Somewhere along the way also the good times have to come to an end. |
| [05:18.62] | Outside these walls I can see how night divides the day, |
| [05:25.72] | and as the dawn falls I remember: Death always remained more perfect than life. |
| [05:47.12] | After a while they screamed: |
| [05:49.72] | Give ‘em blades to dig up their own graves! |
| [05:54.21] | The dawn marked their beginning, the dawn marks the end. |
| [05:59.13] | Give ‘em rope! |
| [00:30.72] | They caught us near the street, like deer that takes refuge to the dark. |
| [00:37.39] | Always in our backs they snapped us in our weakest moments. |
| [00:44.46] | With broken legs you can' t run that far, they' ll obtain you fast, |
| [00:52.12] | and take aware to hear what they mean, cause usually they speak with knives |
| [01:07.97][01:01.27] | They speak with knives! |
| [01:27.54] | Voices sounding like an empty orchestra that plays the soundtrack of our lies, |
| [01:34.42] | every single note they bow or wind feels like a thorn in skin. |
| [01:41.80] | In the end this journey was anything else but successful, one bridge too far, |
| [01:49.42] | we searched for freedom and found nothing but a cold tomb! |
| [02:17.33][02:10.21] | At least we found nothing but a cold tomb! |
| [03:10.69] | To narrate retroperspectively, |
| [03:13.53] | I never thought this trip could end up in chains, |
| [03:17.97] | somehow we always thought, |
| [03:20.17] | that we' d be the arsonists that will set the world on fire! |
| [04:50.47] | And once again I' m calling the rain, to wash away this dry fields of grief, |
| [04:57.70] | to wash away my bones and all I' ve ever feared. |
| [05:04.45] | Everything I know for sure is that time' s a mirror itself, |
| [05:11.48] | Somewhere along the way also the good times have to come to an end. |
| [05:18.62] | Outside these walls I can see how night divides the day, |
| [05:25.72] | and as the dawn falls I remember: Death always remained more perfect than life. |
| [05:47.12] | After a while they screamed: |
| [05:49.72] | Give ' em blades to dig up their own graves! |
| [05:54.21] | The dawn marked their beginning, the dawn marks the end. |
| [05:59.13] | Give ' em rope! |