Saints of Sulphur Lyrics & Tabs by Force Majeure
Saints of Sulphur
guitar chords lyrics
"Welcome to the frontline. This is our story."
I) The Darkest of Winters
Dark rain falls upon the melting snow
Horizon's end is glowing in red
Blood on the snow
A letter from home
Is something to die for
Dreaming of hope
Hoping to dream
Sleepwalking to tomorrow
Come what may
They spirit is alive
And the flame will never
Cease to burn
Like the Northern Star
And the flame will never
Cease to burn
Like the Northern Star
No eye from heaven can see
Lost in dreams that will cease to be
Bunded by snow
In winter's embrace
Only the strongest survive
In darkest of days
The homeland's grace
Will shine upon us all
II) The Outbreak
Alarming sounds break the silence
The attack has begun
Death comes with swift wings
Shrieking cries in air
Satan's waltzer is spinning faster
Who's the next to fall?
Russian Roulette with fully loaded
Gun that knows your name
Why do we fear
We[re all lost somehowDoomed from the startPrecious to no oneIn for the killFire at willThe mission is to annihilate"Maintain radio silence on all frequencies..."III) The Funeral Fog"This is it. The scene I saw in a dream. The premonitionCome to life. A batallion of no-hopers lie on theGround in eerie silence. Funeral fog covers the land.Slowly, I'm falling to my knees.The burden & relief. This coldness is killing me.I close my eyes and enter the ever-forgiving darkness.""Dark as the dead of the night was my worldWhen I opened my eyes.Who's that lying on the snow? A familiar face but I cann't remember... Pool of heart blood. An elegy that no one hears.No death bed repentance but a sight for theLoss of promised future.""Trough the fog tolls the funeral bell"IV) The Heartland AwaitsI can hear the voiceThe whispers in the windThat call my nameto leave behindThe six feet of sandThat hides the heartsOf battlefieldThe Heartland is calling its ownTo coffin homeThe Heartland is waiting its ownTo burial homeI'm coming homeI'm coming home"Lakes are frozen, rivers are dead.Through the clouds, like ashesThe red moon staresThe wind shispersThe funeral marchThis is the last chapterOn our journey homeFor the fallen saintsIn suphuric feastRest in peace"]
