歌曲 | Died for What |
歌手 | A.R.G. |
专辑 | One World Without The End |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Unadorned plainness falls | |
When this land will disappear | |
What a hell they | |
Could feel | |
Bleeding for the holy land | |
They don't know what's the truth | |
And why the fathers went away | |
Die for faith with prays | |
Or be killed to hell | |
Moans and laments gonna quell | |
Offerings to the all-wise might | |
Freedom will never dawn | |
Press of faith will grow | |
We tear your soul apart | |
You have no choice to avoid your death | |
You're dead and gone | |
Pull the trigger in the name of god | |
There's too much hate, this is the end | |
They can't pretend | |
Blowing out their washed brains | |
Who is wrong, fights | |
Who is right, lies | |
For your faith, die | |
Hold your gun | |
Obey your command | |
And kill your men for what | |
Consciences torment have gone | |
Face to face with religious wrath | |
Words are rippling from this bearded radical man | |
Die a martyr | |
Sacrifice yourself for the honour | |
Kill these children | |
Before you'll have bullet in your heart | |
When the death calls, awake | |
Be saved to yearnings after | |
Chasten your impure soul | |
And leave your | |
Life to the ghouls |
Unadorned plainness falls | |
When this land will disappear | |
What a hell they | |
Could feel | |
Bleeding for the holy land | |
They don' t know what' s the truth | |
And why the fathers went away | |
Die for faith with prays | |
Or be killed to hell | |
Moans and laments gonna quell | |
Offerings to the allwise might | |
Freedom will never dawn | |
Press of faith will grow | |
We tear your soul apart | |
You have no choice to avoid your death | |
You' re dead and gone | |
Pull the trigger in the name of god | |
There' s too much hate, this is the end | |
They can' t pretend | |
Blowing out their washed brains | |
Who is wrong, fights | |
Who is right, lies | |
For your faith, die | |
Hold your gun | |
Obey your command | |
And kill your men for what | |
Consciences torment have gone | |
Face to face with religious wrath | |
Words are rippling from this bearded radical man | |
Die a martyr | |
Sacrifice yourself for the honour | |
Kill these children | |
Before you' ll have bullet in your heart | |
When the death calls, awake | |
Be saved to yearnings after | |
Chasten your impure soul | |
And leave your | |
Life to the ghouls |
Unadorned plainness falls | |
When this land will disappear | |
What a hell they | |
Could feel | |
Bleeding for the holy land | |
They don' t know what' s the truth | |
And why the fathers went away | |
Die for faith with prays | |
Or be killed to hell | |
Moans and laments gonna quell | |
Offerings to the allwise might | |
Freedom will never dawn | |
Press of faith will grow | |
We tear your soul apart | |
You have no choice to avoid your death | |
You' re dead and gone | |
Pull the trigger in the name of god | |
There' s too much hate, this is the end | |
They can' t pretend | |
Blowing out their washed brains | |
Who is wrong, fights | |
Who is right, lies | |
For your faith, die | |
Hold your gun | |
Obey your command | |
And kill your men for what | |
Consciences torment have gone | |
Face to face with religious wrath | |
Words are rippling from this bearded radical man | |
Die a martyr | |
Sacrifice yourself for the honour | |
Kill these children | |
Before you' ll have bullet in your heart | |
When the death calls, awake | |
Be saved to yearnings after | |
Chasten your impure soul | |
And leave your | |
Life to the ghouls |