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:
In the n[Em]ever-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
In the f[C]ace 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
You look at [Em]me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
And where were y[C]ou the day that everybody cursed your name?
Am Em Gbar
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the sha-ame
Prechorus:
The w[Em]eak of the mind will use fist, and the f[G]ist of the frail will bring gun
The l[Am]oudest of guns provoke bombs, and in w[C]rath 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:
Within the m[Em]ind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that never forgot
And in the m[C]idst of moving forward we have given the right
Am Em Gbar F#bar
To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
I won't forg[Em]et the twisted picture of the filth that we were
Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt
But I was n[C]ever 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:
The w[Em]eak of the mind will use fist, and the f[G]ist of the frail will bring gun
The l[Am]oudest of guns provoke bombs, and in w[C]rath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
Your history is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. Phil[Am]osophy is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong.
Your history is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. Phil[Am]osophy is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]ro-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]Wron[Am]g[Em][Am][Em][Am][Em][Am]
[Em]Dead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong. D[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong.
[Em]Dead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. Dead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]ro-ong.
Tag:
The w[Em]eak of the mind will use fist, and the f[G]ist of the frail will bring gun
The l[Am]oudest of guns provoke bombs, and in w[C]rath he will chase 'til its done
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this through 3x. on 4th time, end on F#bar)
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:
In the n[Em]ever-ending circle where the powerless meet
There grows a struggle from the burden of sustaining defeat
In the f[C]ace 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
You look at [Em]me to bear the burden of the suffering past
It wasn't me behind the veil of a heartless mask
And where were y[C]ou the day that everybody cursed your name?
Am Em Gbar
You were the distant voice of pride that never stood the sha-ame
Prechorus:
The w[Em]eak of the mind will use fist, and the f[G]ist of the frail will bring gun
The l[Am]oudest of guns provoke bombs, and in w[C]rath 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:
Within the m[Em]ind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It is the section of humanity that never forgot
And in the m[C]idst of moving forward we have given the right
Am Em Gbar F#bar
To let the wolves attack the sheep and bury guilt inside
I won't forg[Em]et the twisted picture of the filth that we were
Or disregard the fading voices of the people we hurt
But I was n[C]ever 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:
The w[Em]eak of the mind will use fist, and the f[G]ist of the frail will bring gun
The l[Am]oudest of guns provoke bombs, and in w[C]rath he will chase 'til its done
Chorus:
Your history is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. Phil[Am]osophy is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong.
Your history is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. Phil[Am]osophy is d[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]ro-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]Wron[Am]g[Em][Am][Em][Am][Em][Am]
[Em]Dead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong. D[Em]ead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong.
[Em]Dead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. Dead w[Am]rong. D[Em]ead. W[Am]ro-ong.
Tag:
The w[Em]eak of the mind will use fist, and the f[G]ist of the frail will bring gun
The l[Am]oudest of guns provoke bombs, and in w[C]rath he will chase 'til its done
Em Gbar F#bar Abar Gbar (play this through 3x. on 4th time, end on F#bar)
