Аккорды к песне ​Poets of the fall — False Kings

[Intro] 
A G F# G F# 
 
[Verse 1] 
Bm                       A 
  Getting lost singing their song 
G                      F#   G F# 
  Caught up in all I've done 
Bm                               A 
  It's all I know, but not what I need 
G                 F# G      F# 
  Cut by my love, cut till I bleed 
 
 
[Chorus] 
            Bm 
So I want to run to your shelter tonight 
A 
Run to the shelter tonight 
G 
United in silent resistance 
 F#   Em            F# 
Of bowing to false kings 
 
          Bm 
So let me run to your shelter tonight 
A 
Run from this meaningless pantomime 
    G 
I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence 
 F#      G        F# 
Of bowing to false kings 
 
 
[Verse 2] 
Bm                               A 
   Bought their smiles, liquid and smooth 
G                          F# G F# 
   Took their words for the truth 
Bm                 A 
   Edge of light and shade 
G                F#    G      F# 
   My broken soul once more enslaved 
 
 
[Chorus] 
            Bm 
So I want to run to your shelter tonight 
A 
Run to the shelter tonight 
G 
United in silent resistance 
F#    Em           F# 
Of bowing to false kings 
 
F#        Bm 
So let me run to your shelter tonight 
A 
Run from this meaningless pantomime 
G 
I see the false kings 
 
I see that all this 
F#     G 
Must end 
 
 
[KODA] 
G                                A 
  When there's no love in my embrace 
     Bm 
Cold blood runs through my veins 
     Em 
If I soar without grace 
               G F# 
Do I still soar? 
 
             Em                 A 
  I need the love in your embrace 
     Bm 
Open doors, brand new ways 
       G 
End my wars and erase 
        A    F# 
And I'm yours 
 
 
[Chorus] 
                G 
   So I want to run to your shelter tonight 
Bm 
Run to the shelter tonight 
G 
United in silent resistance 
F#       G         F# 
Of bowing to false kings 
 
          G                          A 
So let me run to your shelter tonight 
Bm                             A 
Run from this meaningless pantomime 
    G                                      D 
I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence 
 
 
[Outro] 
F#        G f#                G         F#     G   F# Bm 
Yes, I wined and, and I dined on, on that cyanide