| Song | The Weapon They Fear |
| Artist | Heaven Shall Burn |
| Album | Decade Of Expres |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Maik | |
| Words, these words of freedom; | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced. | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced... | |
| In this world of lies, the truth - it means resistance; | |
| To make the masses see and sense their needs. | |
| He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds. | |
| And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from. | |
| Aspired from the middle, of his brothers; | |
| Charged this suffering and oppression. | |
| One single voice became a storm. | |
| His words and melodies - the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear... | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came... from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced... | |
| Nobody's chosen to suffer. | |
| Nobody's destined to rule. | |
| Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing. | |
| Fettered his hands, | |
| But not, not these words he wrote: | |
| These songs we'll sing! | |
| These songs we'll sing! | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness - back from where it came... ["Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara.] |
| zuo qu : Maik | |
| Words, these words of freedom | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced. | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced... | |
| In this world of lies, the truth it means resistance | |
| To make the masses see and sense their needs. | |
| He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds. | |
| And threw back the baseness back to where it came from. | |
| Aspired from the middle, of his brothers | |
| Charged this suffering and oppression. | |
| One single voice became a storm. | |
| His words and melodies the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear... | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came... from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced... | |
| Nobody' s chosen to suffer. | |
| Nobody' s destined to rule. | |
| Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing. | |
| Fettered his hands, | |
| But not, not these words he wrote: | |
| These songs we' ll sing! | |
| These songs we' ll sing! | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came... " Silence and screams are the end of my song." Victor Jara. |
| zuò qǔ : Maik | |
| Words, these words of freedom | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced. | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced... | |
| In this world of lies, the truth it means resistance | |
| To make the masses see and sense their needs. | |
| He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds. | |
| And threw back the baseness back to where it came from. | |
| Aspired from the middle, of his brothers | |
| Charged this suffering and oppression. | |
| One single voice became a storm. | |
| His words and melodies the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear... | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came... from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| A bequest, never to be silenced... | |
| Nobody' s chosen to suffer. | |
| Nobody' s destined to rule. | |
| Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing. | |
| Fettered his hands, | |
| But not, not these words he wrote: | |
| These songs we' ll sing! | |
| These songs we' ll sing! | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came. | |
| Threw back the baseness back from where it came... " Silence and screams are the end of my song." Victor Jara. |