歌曲 | Chambers of the Waiting Blind |
歌手 | Deceased |
专辑 | Supernatural Addiction |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Deceased, Fowley | |
The elders live to die getting old amongst their kind, | |
In a home their share affliction one and all, | |
They have no sight for they are blind but they see the constant lies, | |
And deceptive schemes that seem to never end, | |
For this "place" is run by power and a forceful greedy hand, | |
Whose way of caring for the needy isn't right, | |
For the sheets as thin as paper do not warm their freezing bones, | |
Hear them rattle trying to sleep in frigid night, | |
So the anger keeps on building as they plot to stop the pain, | |
On this nail that's sticking deep within their side, | |
And they all join together there's a creepy walk amongst them, | |
That tells in time they'll find their vigilance.... | |
Revenge! | |
A room has been constructed for this outcast to commit, | |
And with trickery they have not been denied, | |
For locked behind four walls is the master of the pain, | |
Who's now trapped inside their morbid lair, | |
But what is on their mind what sort of horror will we find? | |
Down within the chambers of the waiting blind, | |
Six days and still they starve him as they offer mercy none, | |
For the hate it brews within them from his past, | |
In his body there is panic as he senses dread approaching, | |
He starts screaming for this torture ride to end, | |
They have taken more than enough and now the light is shining, | |
To bring to them a fitting dark revenge, dark revenge! | |
Then at once the room is open and the man quickly reacts, | |
Out the door he goes in search of those to pay, | |
But with a shock he finds around him that the walls are full of razors, | |
That rip at him with sharpened, striking blades, | |
He completes this trap alive but his eyes grow wide in horror, | |
For a dog sits starved and rabid for his throat, | |
So he turns back to the razors ans the lights to black they fade, | |
Like the blind he's now alone and in the dark, | |
The dark! The dark! He's now alone and helpless in the dark, | |
And the blind they stand the victor as the dog and man lay dead, | |
Their haunting laughter sounds their morbid victory, | |
Blind revenge, blind revenge, | |
They've found revenge! |
zuo qu : Deceased, Fowley | |
The elders live to die getting old amongst their kind, | |
In a home their share affliction one and all, | |
They have no sight for they are blind but they see the constant lies, | |
And deceptive schemes that seem to never end, | |
For this " place" is run by power and a forceful greedy hand, | |
Whose way of caring for the needy isn' t right, | |
For the sheets as thin as paper do not warm their freezing bones, | |
Hear them rattle trying to sleep in frigid night, | |
So the anger keeps on building as they plot to stop the pain, | |
On this nail that' s sticking deep within their side, | |
And they all join together there' s a creepy walk amongst them, | |
That tells in time they' ll find their vigilance.... | |
Revenge! | |
A room has been constructed for this outcast to commit, | |
And with trickery they have not been denied, | |
For locked behind four walls is the master of the pain, | |
Who' s now trapped inside their morbid lair, | |
But what is on their mind what sort of horror will we find? | |
Down within the chambers of the waiting blind, | |
Six days and still they starve him as they offer mercy none, | |
For the hate it brews within them from his past, | |
In his body there is panic as he senses dread approaching, | |
He starts screaming for this torture ride to end, | |
They have taken more than enough and now the light is shining, | |
To bring to them a fitting dark revenge, dark revenge! | |
Then at once the room is open and the man quickly reacts, | |
Out the door he goes in search of those to pay, | |
But with a shock he finds around him that the walls are full of razors, | |
That rip at him with sharpened, striking blades, | |
He completes this trap alive but his eyes grow wide in horror, | |
For a dog sits starved and rabid for his throat, | |
So he turns back to the razors ans the lights to black they fade, | |
Like the blind he' s now alone and in the dark, | |
The dark! The dark! He' s now alone and helpless in the dark, | |
And the blind they stand the victor as the dog and man lay dead, | |
Their haunting laughter sounds their morbid victory, | |
Blind revenge, blind revenge, | |
They' ve found revenge! |
zuò qǔ : Deceased, Fowley | |
The elders live to die getting old amongst their kind, | |
In a home their share affliction one and all, | |
They have no sight for they are blind but they see the constant lies, | |
And deceptive schemes that seem to never end, | |
For this " place" is run by power and a forceful greedy hand, | |
Whose way of caring for the needy isn' t right, | |
For the sheets as thin as paper do not warm their freezing bones, | |
Hear them rattle trying to sleep in frigid night, | |
So the anger keeps on building as they plot to stop the pain, | |
On this nail that' s sticking deep within their side, | |
And they all join together there' s a creepy walk amongst them, | |
That tells in time they' ll find their vigilance.... | |
Revenge! | |
A room has been constructed for this outcast to commit, | |
And with trickery they have not been denied, | |
For locked behind four walls is the master of the pain, | |
Who' s now trapped inside their morbid lair, | |
But what is on their mind what sort of horror will we find? | |
Down within the chambers of the waiting blind, | |
Six days and still they starve him as they offer mercy none, | |
For the hate it brews within them from his past, | |
In his body there is panic as he senses dread approaching, | |
He starts screaming for this torture ride to end, | |
They have taken more than enough and now the light is shining, | |
To bring to them a fitting dark revenge, dark revenge! | |
Then at once the room is open and the man quickly reacts, | |
Out the door he goes in search of those to pay, | |
But with a shock he finds around him that the walls are full of razors, | |
That rip at him with sharpened, striking blades, | |
He completes this trap alive but his eyes grow wide in horror, | |
For a dog sits starved and rabid for his throat, | |
So he turns back to the razors ans the lights to black they fade, | |
Like the blind he' s now alone and in the dark, | |
The dark! The dark! He' s now alone and helpless in the dark, | |
And the blind they stand the victor as the dog and man lay dead, | |
Their haunting laughter sounds their morbid victory, | |
Blind revenge, blind revenge, | |
They' ve found revenge! |