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Film Music of Hans Zimmer (Hans Zimmer) · Film Music of Hans Zimmer (Hans Zimmer) · The Wings of a Film: The Music of Hans Zimmer (Hans Zimmer) · Zimmer 483 - Live In Europe (Tokio Hotel) · Zimmer 483 - Live In Europe (Tokio Hotel) · Zimmer 483 (Tokio Hotel) · Zimmer 483 (Tokio Hotel) · Zimmer 483 [Bonus DVD] (Tokio Hotel) · Zimmer 483 - Live In Europe (Tokio Hotel) · Unser Hans Albers (Hans Albers) – and 90 other albums »


I was not woken by the rooster
Nor by the crow's tough song
But the midnight cry of a blood red bird
Brought this sleeplessness on

Threw open
And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And were redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came
of a king
Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a king

Sound the death tone on our march for revenge
Spill the blood of my enemies the oath of a friend
the midnight 
Or the fears that just won't fade 
No more loneliness
No more skies that all seem gray
For I am resting in your blood stained hands
Forever
Let me take you down without a sound
Dead before you hit the ground
Blood washes my hand can't understand
Sterilizing my pain

Washed away with
come to the t'cha

Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
fire outside
You both from To-ah-ee
One blood, one blood, one blood

I was rollin', showin' my age, unshaven
Rugged with my Timberland boots that
swept away by fate's own hand

We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers

When you think that we've used all
are precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's own hand

We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers
on the ground
There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my hands
Yeah, there's blood

It's getting hot and listen when the clock is ticking
Counting down
the finger
You gotta set the score right, call it Hans Zimmer
My time wherever I go
I took a chance like I'm from Chicago
Hundred-plus in that Murcielago
Kiss by kiss, touch by touch
We tore the clouds apart
You took my hand and walked me through the rain
An act of love, a mission of tender mercy
We
must be well

Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
So keep my eyes to serve, my hands
Live by the sword and help to contain 
The helpless minds of you all 
Die by my hand in pools of blood 
Clutch yourself as you fall 

Mindless
Live by the sword and help to contain
The helpless minds of you all
Die by my hand in pools of blood
Clutch yourself as you fall
Mindless
Live by the sword and help to contain
The helpless minds of you all
Die by my hand in pools of blood
Clutch yourself as you fall
Mindless
the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Would you go away to another land
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand
ground

There's blood on my hands
There's blood on my hands
Yeah, there's blood

It's getting hard to listen
When the clock is ticking
Counting
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die by my hand (die)
I creep across the land (die)
Killing first
soul to weep
I once dreamed of a tower
Of black ebony stone
Surrounded by three rivers
Flegethon, Acheron and Styx
And blood painted my dreams scarlet
scarlet
Sending my soul to weep

I once dreamed of a tower
Of black ebony stone
Surrounded by three rivers
Flegethon, Acheron and Styx
And blood
My fathers gods I am yours 

Through blood by thunder 

Sound of wings in the air and 
His ravens fly near to lead me 
So I will not fail to ride
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die by my hand (die)
I creep across the land (die)
Killing first
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand
If I give my self to you

Would you lay with me in field of stone
Should my lips grow dry, would you wet them