歌曲 | Tyranny of the Inevitable |
歌手 | Deströyer 666 |
专辑 | Unchain the Wolves |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I remember just last night | |
We drunk and we fucked whores | |
And I remember some prayed to their gods | |
For they knew that tomorrow we marched into | |
Hell “Death you have followed me, followed me all these years | |
Kept the noose about my neck and prayed upon my fears” | |
Then came the flames | |
A man of the cloth came to pray for me | |
Telling me tales of salvation | |
To curse my death with morality | |
And tell his lies of redemption | |
But our spirit dies in mothers tears | |
And in our brothers heart | |
And maybe women will tell tales of our lust | |
As we fall into blood and dust | |
Who’ll stand at the edge of my grave | |
Who’ll weather the storm | |
Who’ll stand at the edge of my grave | |
Who’ll weather this storm | |
I stand alone | |
I stand alone | |
Death is a curse that has followed me | |
Death is a curse that has followed me… | |
The tyranny of the inevitable | |
Stands upon us like the cross on our graves | |
A curse of the living on death | |
Not something to fear but transgress | |
For whom the bell tolls indeed | |
The bells toll for me | |
Then came the flames | |
Now I’ve come to see it’s not real | |
In a world where beliefs are diseased | |
Now I see clearly the sky above | |
And I can’t see your | |
God and your alone | |
For whom the bells toll indeed | |
The bells toll for me | |
For whom the bells toll indeed | |
The bells toll for me |
I remember just last night | |
We drunk and we fucked whores | |
And I remember some prayed to their gods | |
For they knew that tomorrow we marched into | |
Hell " Death you have followed me, followed me all these years | |
Kept the noose about my neck and prayed upon my fears" | |
Then came the flames | |
A man of the cloth came to pray for me | |
Telling me tales of salvation | |
To curse my death with morality | |
And tell his lies of redemption | |
But our spirit dies in mothers tears | |
And in our brothers heart | |
And maybe women will tell tales of our lust | |
As we fall into blood and dust | |
Who' ll stand at the edge of my grave | |
Who' ll weather the storm | |
Who' ll stand at the edge of my grave | |
Who' ll weather this storm | |
I stand alone | |
I stand alone | |
Death is a curse that has followed me | |
Death is a curse that has followed me | |
The tyranny of the inevitable | |
Stands upon us like the cross on our graves | |
A curse of the living on death | |
Not something to fear but transgress | |
For whom the bell tolls indeed | |
The bells toll for me | |
Then came the flames | |
Now I' ve come to see it' s not real | |
In a world where beliefs are diseased | |
Now I see clearly the sky above | |
And I can' t see your | |
God and your alone | |
For whom the bells toll indeed | |
The bells toll for me | |
For whom the bells toll indeed | |
The bells toll for me |
I remember just last night | |
We drunk and we fucked whores | |
And I remember some prayed to their gods | |
For they knew that tomorrow we marched into | |
Hell " Death you have followed me, followed me all these years | |
Kept the noose about my neck and prayed upon my fears" | |
Then came the flames | |
A man of the cloth came to pray for me | |
Telling me tales of salvation | |
To curse my death with morality | |
And tell his lies of redemption | |
But our spirit dies in mothers tears | |
And in our brothers heart | |
And maybe women will tell tales of our lust | |
As we fall into blood and dust | |
Who' ll stand at the edge of my grave | |
Who' ll weather the storm | |
Who' ll stand at the edge of my grave | |
Who' ll weather this storm | |
I stand alone | |
I stand alone | |
Death is a curse that has followed me | |
Death is a curse that has followed me | |
The tyranny of the inevitable | |
Stands upon us like the cross on our graves | |
A curse of the living on death | |
Not something to fear but transgress | |
For whom the bell tolls indeed | |
The bells toll for me | |
Then came the flames | |
Now I' ve come to see it' s not real | |
In a world where beliefs are diseased | |
Now I see clearly the sky above | |
And I can' t see your | |
God and your alone | |
For whom the bells toll indeed | |
The bells toll for me | |
For whom the bells toll indeed | |
The bells toll for me |