Chords for Vildhjarta - Eternal Golden Monk [HQ/HD]

Tempo:
99.55 bpm
Chords used:

G

D

Gm

Ab

E

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Vildhjarta - Eternal Golden Monk [HQ/HD] chords
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[B]
[G]
[C] [G] I'm going to be a bit of a creep in your ass, son.
You're a bit of a creep in my [D] ass, [Gm] son.
You're a bit [G] of a creep in my ass, [Eb] son.
You're a bit of a creep in my ass, son.
[D] You're a bit of a creep in my ass, son.
[Eb] [Gm]
[F]
[Gm] [G]
[D] Now, son, there's [Gm] this other way.
Some's got this other old [Ab] deletion.
Some's [E] business what you see.
These two are [G] both the same, son.
[Eb] Oh, this son of his likes a occasion when they die.
But if they do, know it all, then we won't play along.
Let them be a walk away.
You know what's risky?
You've been everywhere on this rickshaw day.
You'll have to flee.
Move over, [D] Trix.
When [Ab] you're in perfection, you know the [E] gliding's falling slow.
[G] You'll bring your bow.
[Ab] When you're on that scene, you know [Gm] I'm always falling.
I'm ready to bring you [Abm]
down.
When you're in perfection, [Gm] you know the gliding's falling slow.
You're down on your seat, you know I'm always falling.
I'm ready to bring you down.
[D]
[G]
[E] [Bb]
[Gm] [G]
[Gm]
[Abm]
[G] [F] [Gm]
Oh, no, no, silver.
[G] Oh, no.
When the wicks turn.
When the wicks turn.
It brings Christmas into the sky.
Oh, [D] no.
[Ab]
It [G] breaks like a fire.
[D] It's a pointless fight.
[Ab] [D] It's a matter of [E] art.
[Ab]
[D] [D]
[G] [Ab] [D]
[Am] It's [E] [G] [Ab]
a matter [Am] of art.
[A]
Key:  
G
2131
D
1321
Gm
123111113
Ab
134211114
E
2311
G
2131
D
1321
Gm
123111113
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [C] _ [G] I'm going to be a bit of a creep in your ass, son.
You're a bit of a creep in my [D] ass, [Gm] son.
You're a bit _ _ _ _ _ [G] of a creep in my _ ass, _ [Eb] son.
You're a bit of a creep in my ass, son.
[D] You're a bit of a creep in my ass, _ _ son. _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [D] _ Now, son, there's [Gm] this other way.
Some's got this other old [Ab] deletion.
Some's [E] business what you see.
These two are [G] both the same, son.
[Eb] Oh, this son of his likes a occasion when they die.
But if they do, know it all, then we won't play along.
Let them be a walk away.
You know what's risky?
You've been everywhere on this rickshaw day.
You'll have to flee.
Move over, [D] Trix. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When [Ab] you're in perfection, you know the [E] gliding's falling slow.
[G] You'll bring your bow.
[Ab] When you're on that scene, you know [Gm] I'm always falling.
I'm ready to bring you [Abm]
down.
When you're in perfection, [Gm] you know the gliding's falling slow.
You're down on your seat, you know I'm always falling.
I'm ready to bring you down.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
Oh, no, no, silver.
_ [G] Oh, no.
_ _ _ _ _ When the wicks turn.
When the wicks turn.
It brings Christmas into the sky.
_ Oh, [D] no. _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It [G] breaks like a fire.
[D] It's a pointless fight.
_ [Ab] _ _ [D] It's a _ matter of [E] art.
_ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [D] _
[Am] It's _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ [Ab]
a matter _ [Am] _ of art.
[A] _ _