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This is from Demon Hunter's second album, "Summer of Darkness." I thought
it would be nice for some people to be able to hear the same lyrics
presented differently, so I worked up an acoustic version. I'll be posting
my own recording of it on my profile if you want to actually hear how I
play and sing it. I think my guitar's tuned down a half step, as well, just
for reference.
Here are some barred chords I reduced to give it a darker, more open sound
between verses and on the bridge.
Gbar F#bar Abar
E|----0-----0-----0---|
B|----0-----0-----0---|
G|----0-----0-----0---|
D|----5-----4-----7---|
A|----5-----4-----7---|
E|----3-----2-----5---|
Verse:
Em
In the never-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
C
In the face of every coward lies the blindest of hate
Am Em Gbar F#bar
And in their eyes: a sharpened image of the damage they ma-ade
Em
You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
C
And where were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
Am Em Gbar
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the sha-ame
Prechorus:
Em G
The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
Am C
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em Am Em Gbar F#bar
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Verse:
Em
Within the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that never forgot
C
And in the midst of moving forward we have given the right
Am Em Gbar F#bar
To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
Em
I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth that we were
Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt
C
But I was never pulling triggers or degrading your face
Am Em Gbar
Don't look at me to give the reason for the pain that you tra-ace
Prechorus:
Em G
The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
Am C
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em Am
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em Am
Your history is dead wrong. Dead. Philosophy is dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this 4x)
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar
The scars outlive the pain. Reflections will remain. (play 3x)
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar
The scars outlive the pain. Your sickness will remain
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em Am
Wrong
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em Am
Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong.
Em Am Em Am Em Am Em Am
Dead wrong. Dead. Wrong. Dead. Dead wrong. Dead. Wro-ong.
Tag:
Em G
The weak of the mind will use fist, and the fist of the frail will bring gun
Am C
The loudest of guns provoke bombs, and in wrath he will chase 'til its done
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this through 3x. on 4th time, end on F#bar)
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