Chords for Primal Fear - "Hounds Of Justice" (Official Lyric Video)
Tempo:
69.05 bpm
Chords used:
C
Cm
Ab
Bb
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
Another morning without any flames.
Another sip, spread in your face.
Another morning, you'll be on the run.
Trouble is coming till the day is done.
Another strike, more peaceful eyes.
Another sip, nothing's too nice.
We want the truth, broken and abused.
A finger on [Gm] the trigger is no [C] excuse.
[Cm] [Ab]
The optimist [Bb] is talking about a chance [Cm] to survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a way to [Ab] die.
[Bb] The pessimist is a pest.
[C] The howls of justice.
Another water, a last rebuke.
The evil is on its feet.
You better start thinking, to live on your knees is your own disease.
And the death of a knight.
Another splash, why didn't you write?
Where is the god?
When we need him, chasing shadows on the wall.
I'm [Eb] the killing [C] soul.
[Ab]
The optimist [Bb] is searching for a chance to [Cm] survive.
The pessimist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a lonely way to [Ab] die.
The [Bb] realist is clocked in.
The [C] howls of justice.
[F] [C]
[Cm] [C]
[Cm] [Ab] [F] The optimist is [Bb] talking about a chance to [Cm] survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a [Ab] way to die.
The pessimist [Bb] is clocked in.
[C] The howls of justice.
[Eb] [C]
[Cm] [C] [G]
[C] [B] [N]
Another morning without any flames.
Another sip, spread in your face.
Another morning, you'll be on the run.
Trouble is coming till the day is done.
Another strike, more peaceful eyes.
Another sip, nothing's too nice.
We want the truth, broken and abused.
A finger on [Gm] the trigger is no [C] excuse.
[Cm] [Ab]
The optimist [Bb] is talking about a chance [Cm] to survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a way to [Ab] die.
[Bb] The pessimist is a pest.
[C] The howls of justice.
Another water, a last rebuke.
The evil is on its feet.
You better start thinking, to live on your knees is your own disease.
And the death of a knight.
Another splash, why didn't you write?
Where is the god?
When we need him, chasing shadows on the wall.
I'm [Eb] the killing [C] soul.
[Ab]
The optimist [Bb] is searching for a chance to [Cm] survive.
The pessimist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a lonely way to [Ab] die.
The [Bb] realist is clocked in.
The [C] howls of justice.
[F] [C]
[Cm] [C]
[Cm] [Ab] [F] The optimist is [Bb] talking about a chance to [Cm] survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a [Ab] way to die.
The pessimist [Bb] is clocked in.
[C] The howls of justice.
[Eb] [C]
[Cm] [C] [G]
[C] [B] [N]
Key:
C
Cm
Ab
Bb
Eb
C
Cm
Ab
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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_ _ Another morning without any flames.
Another sip, spread in your face.
Another morning, you'll be on the run.
Trouble is coming till the day is done.
Another strike, more peaceful eyes.
Another sip, nothing's too nice.
We want the truth, broken and abused.
A finger on [Gm] the trigger is no [C] excuse.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Ab]
The optimist [Bb] is talking about a chance [Cm] to survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a way to [Ab] die.
[Bb] The pessimist is a pest.
[C] The howls of justice. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Another water, a last rebuke.
The evil is on its feet.
You better start thinking, to live on your knees is your own disease.
_ And the death of a knight.
Another splash, why didn't you write?
Where is the god?
When we need him, chasing shadows on the wall.
I'm [Eb] the killing [C] soul.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
The optimist [Bb] is searching for a chance to [Cm] survive.
The pessimist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a lonely way to [Ab] die.
The [Bb] realist is clocked in.
The [C] howls of justice. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ [F] The optimist is [Bb] talking about a chance to [Cm] survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a [Ab] way to die.
The pessimist [Bb] is clocked in.
[C] The howls of justice. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Another morning without any flames.
Another sip, spread in your face.
Another morning, you'll be on the run.
Trouble is coming till the day is done.
Another strike, more peaceful eyes.
Another sip, nothing's too nice.
We want the truth, broken and abused.
A finger on [Gm] the trigger is no [C] excuse.
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Ab]
The optimist [Bb] is talking about a chance [Cm] to survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a way to [Ab] die.
[Bb] The pessimist is a pest.
[C] The howls of justice. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Another water, a last rebuke.
The evil is on its feet.
You better start thinking, to live on your knees is your own disease.
_ And the death of a knight.
Another splash, why didn't you write?
Where is the god?
When we need him, chasing shadows on the wall.
I'm [Eb] the killing [C] soul.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
The optimist [Bb] is searching for a chance to [Cm] survive.
The pessimist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a lonely way to [Ab] die.
The [Bb] realist is clocked in.
The [C] howls of justice. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] _ _ [Ab] _ [F] The optimist is [Bb] talking about a chance to [Cm] survive.
The realist [Eb] is praying, waiting for a [Ab] way to die.
The pessimist [Bb] is clocked in.
[C] The howls of justice. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [N] _