DEATH IN JUNE - Hollows of Devotion (But what ends when the symbols shatter? / 1992)
Chord research by M.Polster
A[G]nd I shall your e[D]yes
Into te[G]ars
When [Em]all that's left
Are the hol[G]lows of devo[F]tion
And, out of vi[G]sion
We shall br[D]ing
The v[G]oid
Cr[Em]owned with hoods
And cr[G]ying with ho[F]pe
Ea[G]gle on arm -
And te[D]rror in e[G]ye
Re[Em]sist and struggle -
Your fa[G]ith is a l[F]ie
And, the de[G]ath of dreams
Shall b[D]e a beautiful e[G]nd
With flo[Em]wers of filth
And wi[G]ne and fine m[F]en
G D G Em G F (maybe whistle the trumpet part ;) )
[G] [D] [G] [Em] [G] [F]
Cert[C]ains slips of the to[G]ngue
Are la[Em]ced with disappointment
Wi[C]th disappoi[G]ntment
From st[Em]art to end
Conf[C]ront me with your d[G]ream
Confront me with your dream
Confront me with your dream
And li[Em]ves so cruel [A]I curse
And, [G]I shall turn your e[D]yes
Into te[G]ars
When [Em]all that's left
Are the hol[G]lows of dev[F]otion
And, out of vi[G]sion
We shall bri[D]ng
The vo[G]id
Cro[Em]wned with hoods
And cry[G]ing with ho[F]pe
And, the de[G]ath of dreams
Shall b[D]e a beautiful e[G]nd
With flo[Em]wers of filth
And wi[G]ne and fine m[F]en
And, the de[G]ath of dreams
Shall b[D]e a beautiful e[G]nd
With flo[Em]wers of filth
And wi[G]ne and fine m[F]en
Chord research by M.Polster
A[G]nd I shall your e[D]yes
Into te[G]ars
When [Em]all that's left
Are the hol[G]lows of devo[F]tion
And, out of vi[G]sion
We shall br[D]ing
The v[G]oid
Cr[Em]owned with hoods
And cr[G]ying with ho[F]pe
Ea[G]gle on arm -
And te[D]rror in e[G]ye
Re[Em]sist and struggle -
Your fa[G]ith is a l[F]ie
And, the de[G]ath of dreams
Shall b[D]e a beautiful e[G]nd
With flo[Em]wers of filth
And wi[G]ne and fine m[F]en
G D G Em G F (maybe whistle the trumpet part ;) )
[G] [D] [G] [Em] [G] [F]
Cert[C]ains slips of the to[G]ngue
Are la[Em]ced with disappointment
Wi[C]th disappoi[G]ntment
From st[Em]art to end
Conf[C]ront me with your d[G]ream
Confront me with your dream
Confront me with your dream
And li[Em]ves so cruel [A]I curse
And, [G]I shall turn your e[D]yes
Into te[G]ars
When [Em]all that's left
Are the hol[G]lows of dev[F]otion
And, out of vi[G]sion
We shall bri[D]ng
The vo[G]id
Cro[Em]wned with hoods
And cry[G]ing with ho[F]pe
And, the de[G]ath of dreams
Shall b[D]e a beautiful e[G]nd
With flo[Em]wers of filth
And wi[G]ne and fine m[F]en
And, the de[G]ath of dreams
Shall b[D]e a beautiful e[G]nd
With flo[Em]wers of filth
And wi[G]ne and fine m[F]en
