Letra da Música: Soul Song - Chester Bennington

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,

[yeah]
I will be waiting,
with a song in my soul,
a fortunate weakling,
which I have foretold