歌曲 | The Hanging Soldier |
歌手 | Deceased |
专辑 | Supernatural Addiction |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Deceased, Fowley | |
Between life and death there is something more that each of us will view, | |
And when the moment is right for your death to arrive, | |
Then it will come looking for you, | |
And as in this tale to follow now it's never too late to die, | |
For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind, | |
Clutched within the hangman's noose a man swings in the air, | |
For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair, | |
For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die, | |
With a choking rope placed 'round his neck he enters into his mind, | |
Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life, | |
Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die, | |
He prayed for all his loved ones and that God would bring him home, | |
As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer, | |
He knew his time and come, | |
But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below, | |
For the rope had snapped and cheated death, | |
Giving him a chance to run, | |
So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life, | |
Far, far faraway from this place you were to die, | |
You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death, | |
By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last? | |
You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free, | |
By name the hanging soldier but a false world's what you see, | |
Eyes seeing sights...of peace not war, | |
Dying processed mind...it slowly fails you, | |
Sights seeing lies...of peace not war, | |
Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died! | |
Yes it is sad how the story does end, | |
As we return once again to the noose, | |
For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke, | |
Was the soldier who died all too soon! |
zuo qu : Deceased, Fowley | |
Between life and death there is something more that each of us will view, | |
And when the moment is right for your death to arrive, | |
Then it will come looking for you, | |
And as in this tale to follow now it' s never too late to die, | |
For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind, | |
Clutched within the hangman' s noose a man swings in the air, | |
For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair, | |
For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die, | |
With a choking rope placed ' round his neck he enters into his mind, | |
Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life, | |
Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die, | |
He prayed for all his loved ones and that God would bring him home, | |
As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer, | |
He knew his time and come, | |
But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below, | |
For the rope had snapped and cheated death, | |
Giving him a chance to run, | |
So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life, | |
Far, far faraway from this place you were to die, | |
You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death, | |
By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last? | |
You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free, | |
By name the hanging soldier but a false world' s what you see, | |
Eyes seeing sights... of peace not war, | |
Dying processed mind... it slowly fails you, | |
Sights seeing lies... of peace not war, | |
Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died! | |
Yes it is sad how the story does end, | |
As we return once again to the noose, | |
For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke, | |
Was the soldier who died all too soon! |
zuò qǔ : Deceased, Fowley | |
Between life and death there is something more that each of us will view, | |
And when the moment is right for your death to arrive, | |
Then it will come looking for you, | |
And as in this tale to follow now it' s never too late to die, | |
For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind, | |
Clutched within the hangman' s noose a man swings in the air, | |
For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair, | |
For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die, | |
With a choking rope placed ' round his neck he enters into his mind, | |
Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life, | |
Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die, | |
He prayed for all his loved ones and that God would bring him home, | |
As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer, | |
He knew his time and come, | |
But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below, | |
For the rope had snapped and cheated death, | |
Giving him a chance to run, | |
So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life, | |
Far, far faraway from this place you were to die, | |
You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death, | |
By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last? | |
You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free, | |
By name the hanging soldier but a false world' s what you see, | |
Eyes seeing sights... of peace not war, | |
Dying processed mind... it slowly fails you, | |
Sights seeing lies... of peace not war, | |
Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died! | |
Yes it is sad how the story does end, | |
As we return once again to the noose, | |
For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke, | |
Was the soldier who died all too soon! |