歌曲 | Earth's Last Picture |
歌手 | Darkthrone |
专辑 | Total Death |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fenriz, Garm | |
We sail the seas, of negativity | |
to banish kindness from this place | |
(Sans scruples, sans humility) | |
To behold the fierceness of wolves | |
assailing ye saints thoroughly | |
(Sans love, sans compassion) | |
To behold the wails of thine in affright | |
whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts | |
(Sans warmth, sans pity) | |
To behold a world, darkly astir | |
rising in madness and mystery | |
(sans light, sans life) | |
Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie | |
Than to tremble amidst, this old memory? | |
Alas for the damned thou art...now ye behold! | |
Tis the rise of satanic divinity... | |
Oh we rejoice at the destruction | |
of all ye have ever lived for... | |
Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall | |
Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath | |
(tis the voices from the past) | |
Aye we can not mourn, for | |
never morrow shall dawn | |
World without end... |
zuo ci : Fenriz, Garm | |
We sail the seas, of negativity | |
to banish kindness from this place | |
Sans scruples, sans humility | |
To behold the fierceness of wolves | |
assailing ye saints thoroughly | |
Sans love, sans compassion | |
To behold the wails of thine in affright | |
whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts | |
Sans warmth, sans pity | |
To behold a world, darkly astir | |
rising in madness and mystery | |
sans light, sans life | |
Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie | |
Than to tremble amidst, this old memory? | |
Alas for the damned thou art... now ye behold! | |
Tis the rise of satanic divinity... | |
Oh we rejoice at the destruction | |
of all ye have ever lived for... | |
Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall | |
Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath | |
tis the voices from the past | |
Aye we can not mourn, for | |
never morrow shall dawn | |
World without end... |
zuò cí : Fenriz, Garm | |
We sail the seas, of negativity | |
to banish kindness from this place | |
Sans scruples, sans humility | |
To behold the fierceness of wolves | |
assailing ye saints thoroughly | |
Sans love, sans compassion | |
To behold the wails of thine in affright | |
whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts | |
Sans warmth, sans pity | |
To behold a world, darkly astir | |
rising in madness and mystery | |
sans light, sans life | |
Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie | |
Than to tremble amidst, this old memory? | |
Alas for the damned thou art... now ye behold! | |
Tis the rise of satanic divinity... | |
Oh we rejoice at the destruction | |
of all ye have ever lived for... | |
Hark! as lands tremble, and empires fall | |
Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath | |
tis the voices from the past | |
Aye we can not mourn, for | |
never morrow shall dawn | |
World without end... |