[00:00.000] 作曲 : Michael Amott/Daniel Erlandsson
[00:24.473]Piercing thorns of venom
[00:30.162]Grow in the minds of the weak
[00:32.317]Mother nature gave us
[00:35.512]Lips to conceal our teeth
[00:38.113]Not wind, nor hail, nor thunder
[00:40.551]Will hinder the tall poppy's climb
[00:43.270]From the ashes, rise up
[00:46.173]Reach out for that speck of sky
[00:50.445]Listen
[00:53.150]You'll hear your name
[00:54.923]Praise echoes as disdain
[00:59.176]Stand your ground
[01:03.756]Heavy is the head that wears the crown
[01:09.237]Because the nail that sticks up gets hammered down
[01:15.177]Stand your ground
[01:20.125]No one is a prophet in their hometown
[01:26.036]Never look down
[01:50.304]As the sickle dances
[01:55.442]To decapitate the queen
[01:58.139]It's such a sick romance that
[02:00.495]Blades of grass can cut so deep
[02:02.806]Time for harvest, pay the piper
[02:05.736]A crescent moon to turn the tide
[02:07.989]As the song of insects
[02:11.336]Grinds away the still of night
[02:15.732]Listen
[02:18.056]They call your name
[02:20.725]Praise echoes as disdain
[02:24.156]Stand your ground
[02:29.537]Heavy is the head that wears the crown
[02:34.046]Because the nail that sticks up gets hammered down
[02:39.859]Stand your ground
[02:44.857]No one is a prophet in their hometown
[02:50.038]Never look down
[03:38.487]Oh
[03:40.346]Oh, off with her head
[03:42.302]Such a succubus needs to be bled
[03:45.114]Off with her head
[03:48.017]Don't look down
[03:52.982]Don't look down
[03:57.314]Stand your ground

作曲 : Michael Amott/Daniel Erlandsson
Piercing thorns of venom
Grow in the minds of the weak
Mother nature gave us
Lips to conceal our teeth
Not wind, nor hail, nor thunder
Will hinder the tall poppy's climb
From the ashes, rise up
Reach out for that speck of sky
Listen
You'll hear your name
Praise echoes as disdain
Stand your ground
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Because the nail that sticks up gets hammered down
Stand your ground
No one is a prophet in their hometown
Never look down
As the sickle dances
To decapitate the queen
It's such a sick romance that
Blades of grass can cut so deep
Time for harvest, pay the piper
A crescent moon to turn the tide
As the song of insects
Grinds away the still of night
Listen
They call your name
Praise echoes as disdain
Stand your ground
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Because the nail that sticks up gets hammered down
Stand your ground
No one is a prophet in their hometown
Never look down
Oh
Oh, off with her head
Such a succubus needs to be bled
Off with her head
Don't look down
Don't look down
Stand your ground