歌曲 | Riot of Violence |
歌手 | Kreator |
专辑 | At the Pulse of Kapitulation |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Petrozza, Reil | |
Greedy for blood | |
Paralysed by power | |
The decision to die | |
Tales of terror | |
Deep in the corner | |
Passion to kill | |
Corpse on the ground | |
Minds starts to chill | |
A man lies in the corner, covered with blood | |
Bloody wounds on his body, praying to his god | |
People pass him by, but they say | |
Why should we care about him? he will die today | |
Riot of violence | |
Find your own way | |
You must go alone | |
Kill all next to you | |
They want the throne | |
The infectious disease | |
Is the only life | |
You're scared to death | |
Die by their knife | |
A man lies in the corner, covered with blood | |
Bloody wounds on his body, praying to his god | |
People pass him by, but they say | |
Why should we care about him? he will die today | |
Brutality and mighty wars, warriors start to fight | |
With bombs and guns, the troops have come to extinguish the light | |
I'd rather not go wild tonight, but I must save myself | |
On a field littered with corpses | |
Stands a lonely flower | |
It reminds the world how it was | |
But we kicked it away with power |
zuo ci : Petrozza, Reil | |
Greedy for blood | |
Paralysed by power | |
The decision to die | |
Tales of terror | |
Deep in the corner | |
Passion to kill | |
Corpse on the ground | |
Minds starts to chill | |
A man lies in the corner, covered with blood | |
Bloody wounds on his body, praying to his god | |
People pass him by, but they say | |
Why should we care about him? he will die today | |
Riot of violence | |
Find your own way | |
You must go alone | |
Kill all next to you | |
They want the throne | |
The infectious disease | |
Is the only life | |
You' re scared to death | |
Die by their knife | |
A man lies in the corner, covered with blood | |
Bloody wounds on his body, praying to his god | |
People pass him by, but they say | |
Why should we care about him? he will die today | |
Brutality and mighty wars, warriors start to fight | |
With bombs and guns, the troops have come to extinguish the light | |
I' d rather not go wild tonight, but I must save myself | |
On a field littered with corpses | |
Stands a lonely flower | |
It reminds the world how it was | |
But we kicked it away with power |
zuò cí : Petrozza, Reil | |
Greedy for blood | |
Paralysed by power | |
The decision to die | |
Tales of terror | |
Deep in the corner | |
Passion to kill | |
Corpse on the ground | |
Minds starts to chill | |
A man lies in the corner, covered with blood | |
Bloody wounds on his body, praying to his god | |
People pass him by, but they say | |
Why should we care about him? he will die today | |
Riot of violence | |
Find your own way | |
You must go alone | |
Kill all next to you | |
They want the throne | |
The infectious disease | |
Is the only life | |
You' re scared to death | |
Die by their knife | |
A man lies in the corner, covered with blood | |
Bloody wounds on his body, praying to his god | |
People pass him by, but they say | |
Why should we care about him? he will die today | |
Brutality and mighty wars, warriors start to fight | |
With bombs and guns, the troops have come to extinguish the light | |
I' d rather not go wild tonight, but I must save myself | |
On a field littered with corpses | |
Stands a lonely flower | |
It reminds the world how it was | |
But we kicked it away with power |