Chords for Demon Hunter - Cross to Bear
Tempo:
75.2 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#
F
D#
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I
[B]
[C#]
[D#] [B]
don't think I'm ready to fight.
I guess that's what I'll say.
Let down your tired homes, Ross.
Let heaven hear your say.
The sun will rise in bacon bow.
You're recognizing too.
Like God and self in parallel.
The illusion takes you how?
[F]
Recognize the [B] real right [Dm] distress.
[B] How the [B] world's suffering like this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You clutch your fist unto the sky.
Your stomach's a trouble dry.
Until the brunel sowers fly.
Your stone crust lies still on my.
[F] Recognize the [B] real right distress.
How the [F]
world's suffering [G] like [B] this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
White shot tongue.
Be unsung.
White shot tongue.
Be unsung.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
[C#]
[B]
[C#]
[B]
[C#]
[B]
[C#] [A]
[B]
[C#]
[D#] [B]
don't think I'm ready to fight.
I guess that's what I'll say.
Let down your tired homes, Ross.
Let heaven hear your say.
The sun will rise in bacon bow.
You're recognizing too.
Like God and self in parallel.
The illusion takes you how?
[F]
Recognize the [B] real right [Dm] distress.
[B] How the [B] world's suffering like this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You clutch your fist unto the sky.
Your stomach's a trouble dry.
Until the brunel sowers fly.
Your stone crust lies still on my.
[F] Recognize the [B] real right distress.
How the [F]
world's suffering [G] like [B] this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
White shot tongue.
Be unsung.
White shot tongue.
Be unsung.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
[C#]
[B]
[C#]
[B]
[C#]
[B]
[C#] [A]
Key:
B
C#
F
D#
Dm
B
C#
F
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_ _ _ I _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ [B] _
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don't think I'm ready to fight.
I guess that's what I'll say.
Let down your tired homes, Ross.
Let heaven hear your say.
The sun will rise in bacon bow.
You're recognizing too.
Like God and self in parallel.
The illusion takes you how?
_ _ _ [F]
Recognize the [B] real right [Dm] distress.
[B] How the _ _ [B] world's suffering like this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ _ You clutch your fist unto the sky.
Your stomach's a trouble dry.
Until the brunel sowers fly.
Your stone crust lies still on my.
_ [F] Recognize the [B] real right distress.
_ How the [F] _
_ world's suffering [G] like [B] this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ _ You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ White shot tongue.
Be unsung.
_ White shot tongue.
_ _ Be unsung.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ I _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ [D#] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
don't think I'm ready to fight.
I guess that's what I'll say.
Let down your tired homes, Ross.
Let heaven hear your say.
The sun will rise in bacon bow.
You're recognizing too.
Like God and self in parallel.
The illusion takes you how?
_ _ _ [F]
Recognize the [B] real right [Dm] distress.
[B] How the _ _ [B] world's suffering like this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ _ You clutch your fist unto the sky.
Your stomach's a trouble dry.
Until the brunel sowers fly.
Your stone crust lies still on my.
_ [F] Recognize the [B] real right distress.
_ How the [F] _
_ world's suffering [G] like [B] this.
Take to me your right answer.
Self-pity for the best of us.
You'll remember of your sins.
No sin will fail or find you hell.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ _ You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ White shot tongue.
Be unsung.
_ White shot tongue.
_ _ Be unsung.
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade.
_ You're going to be a bastard.
As a close comrade. _
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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _
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_ _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ _