Soul Song - Linkin Park (林肯公园)

I will be waiting

With a song in my soul

A fortunate weakling

Which I have foretold

He raises his arms tied

Above the abyss

Singing his sweet song

His melody opens up the sun

Freedom raid

God has come

Rivers of blood

Pushed back in my veins

She sleeps with her eyes closed

To dream of the past

Her mind has gone blind now

While the memory closes up this sun

Freedom rain

God has come

Rivers of blood

Pushed back in my veins

I will be waiting

With a song in my soul

A fortunate weakling

Which I have foretold