| 歌曲 | Hole in My Soul |
| 歌手 | Overkill |
| 专辑 | The Wings of War |
| 作词 : Carlo Verni/Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| 作曲 : Carlo Verni/Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| Rode a million miles to shed my skin | |
| I can’t say much about the state I’m in | |
| There was a million trials, by fire to win | |
| I can’t say much about where I been | |
| Who I seen, shed my skin, what I mean, who I am | |
| All that pain, in the tortured brain | |
| The bodies, the death toll | |
| The last question, resurrection | |
| My spirit black as coal | |
| The mirror reflects, what’s impossible to detect | |
| The ever growing hole inside my soul | |
| With all due respect, not to destroy or infect | |
| The missing piece that makes my spirit whole | |
| Hole in my soul | |
| Turned a million smiles, upside down | |
| Don’t know much about this border town | |
| I could taste the bile, can you scratch my itch | |
| And I’d be obliged if you throw the switch | |
| Scratch my itch, throw the switch | |
| Shed my skin and throw the switch | |
| No pity on this lonesome outlaw | |
| Who rides across your land | |
| With a leather face and the devil’s grin | |
| You can see right through me | |
| I’m a bad man |
| zuò cí : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| zuò qǔ : Carlo Verni Robert Joseph Ellsworth | |
| Rode a million miles to shed my skin | |
| I can' t say much about the state I' m in | |
| There was a million trials, by fire to win | |
| I can' t say much about where I been | |
| Who I seen, shed my skin, what I mean, who I am | |
| All that pain, in the tortured brain | |
| The bodies, the death toll | |
| The last question, resurrection | |
| My spirit black as coal | |
| The mirror reflects, what' s impossible to detect | |
| The ever growing hole inside my soul | |
| With all due respect, not to destroy or infect | |
| The missing piece that makes my spirit whole | |
| Hole in my soul | |
| Turned a million smiles, upside down | |
| Don' t know much about this border town | |
| I could taste the bile, can you scratch my itch | |
| And I' d be obliged if you throw the switch | |
| Scratch my itch, throw the switch | |
| Shed my skin and throw the switch | |
| No pity on this lonesome outlaw | |
| Who rides across your land | |
| With a leather face and the devil' s grin | |
| You can see right through me | |
| I' m a bad man |