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Retaliate

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  • 作词 : Ronan Harris
    作曲 : Ronan Harris
    I can almost hear
    your heart in the darkness,
    how fast it is beating,
    how close you are to me.
    I can almost hear
    how intensely you are breathing,
    out there in the darkness
    listening for me.
    I can almost sense
    your skin on my fingers,
    the tension and the fear,
    anticipating me.
    I can almost see you
    somewhere in the darkness,
    praying for advantage,
    clinging to a chance.
    Just another waveless,
    it is my single purpose.
    Relentless the pursuit,
    I will find you where you hide.
    Counting on your indecision,
    deciding when to strike.
    Calculating movement
    the senses of the chase.
    The game of chance begins,
    the pieces moved in place,
    your advantage growing slimmer,
    your options growing thin.
    The hunt is what defines us.
    Imminent defeat.
    The back of your shirt soaking,
    clear all you can feel.
    One of us the hunter,
    one of use the pray.
    One of us the victor,
    the one to walk away.
    One is left remaining,
    one of us who stands.
    One will lie defeated
    beneath the other's hands.
    When the dust has settled
    only one of us will see
    which of us was worthy,
    which of us was weak.
    And when this night is over
    only one of us will say
    which of us the victor
    and which of us the pray.
  • 作词 : Ronan Harris
    作曲 : Ronan Harris
    I can almost hear
    your heart in the darkness,
    how fast it is beating,
    how close you are to me.
    I can almost hear
    how intensely you are breathing,
    out there in the darkness
    listening for me.
    I can almost sense
    your skin on my fingers,
    the tension and the fear,
    anticipating me.
    I can almost see you
    somewhere in the darkness,
    praying for advantage,
    clinging to a chance.
    Just another waveless,
    it is my single purpose.
    Relentless the pursuit,
    I will find you where you hide.
    Counting on your indecision,
    deciding when to strike.
    Calculating movement
    the senses of the chase.
    The game of chance begins,
    the pieces moved in place,
    your advantage growing slimmer,
    your options growing thin.
    The hunt is what defines us.
    Imminent defeat.
    The back of your shirt soaking,
    clear all you can feel.
    One of us the hunter,
    one of use the pray.
    One of us the victor,
    the one to walk away.
    One is left remaining,
    one of us who stands.
    One will lie defeated
    beneath the other's hands.
    When the dust has settled
    only one of us will see
    which of us was worthy,
    which of us was weak.
    And when this night is over
    only one of us will say
    which of us the victor
    and which of us the pray.