歌曲 | Cradle To Grave |
歌手 | Metal Church |
专辑 | The Weight Of The World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men | |
Who carved in stone our future and our past | |
Shall we read the blood stained pages and take counsel with the sages | |
And hear the chanting of a mind's collapse | |
In my name, I will bring you from the cradle to the grave | |
From points unknown in senseless daze, watching as the fools parade | |
The tower bells are pounding like a drum | |
Glance back at a new world brave, the cradle has become the grave | |
And people praise the God they've stolen from | |
In this world we have false leaders, wearing the mask of the deceiver | |
They're seeking out the non-believers, and in these masks you'll never see us | |
You kill the anger, kill the pain, only empty souls remain | |
God forgive them, will they ever learn | |
Kings and pawns, emperors and fools, no man sleeps on this night | |
Bend my words into a twisted truth, no one gets out without a fight |
zuo ci : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men | |
Who carved in stone our future and our past | |
Shall we read the blood stained pages and take counsel with the sages | |
And hear the chanting of a mind' s collapse | |
In my name, I will bring you from the cradle to the grave | |
From points unknown in senseless daze, watching as the fools parade | |
The tower bells are pounding like a drum | |
Glance back at a new world brave, the cradle has become the grave | |
And people praise the God they' ve stolen from | |
In this world we have false leaders, wearing the mask of the deceiver | |
They' re seeking out the nonbelievers, and in these masks you' ll never see us | |
You kill the anger, kill the pain, only empty souls remain | |
God forgive them, will they ever learn | |
Kings and pawns, emperors and fools, no man sleeps on this night | |
Bend my words into a twisted truth, no one gets out without a fight |
zuò cí : Munroe, Vanderhoof | |
And when the strings are pulled again, the puppets dance like mortal men | |
Who carved in stone our future and our past | |
Shall we read the blood stained pages and take counsel with the sages | |
And hear the chanting of a mind' s collapse | |
In my name, I will bring you from the cradle to the grave | |
From points unknown in senseless daze, watching as the fools parade | |
The tower bells are pounding like a drum | |
Glance back at a new world brave, the cradle has become the grave | |
And people praise the God they' ve stolen from | |
In this world we have false leaders, wearing the mask of the deceiver | |
They' re seeking out the nonbelievers, and in these masks you' ll never see us | |
You kill the anger, kill the pain, only empty souls remain | |
God forgive them, will they ever learn | |
Kings and pawns, emperors and fools, no man sleeps on this night | |
Bend my words into a twisted truth, no one gets out without a fight |