歌曲 | Sacred Hell |
歌手 | Edguy |
专辑 | Savage Poetry |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sammet | |
Ravens in the air, noone in the streets | |
Seems like the fiend he must be back | |
Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar | |
Love has just started to crack - ow | |
Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain | |
Envy is driving our hate | |
Everything out there is mad and confused | |
Till we'll be able to seal each others fate | |
Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill | |
We don't realize we've been given our own | |
****in' will, like animals humans don't think | |
Don't look for a reason, we hate no style | |
We put the blame on the demon | |
Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
There is nothing but names on the wall | |
You can be free, you can reach tomorrow | |
Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
So the fend must be back on our ball | |
Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows | |
No lucid intervals, no people who guide | |
But a 1000 | |
Masters of disguise | |
Eternal damnation 'cause humans they hide | |
They think that satan shall rise |
zuo qu : Sammet | |
Ravens in the air, noone in the streets | |
Seems like the fiend he must be back | |
Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar | |
Love has just started to crack ow | |
Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain | |
Envy is driving our hate | |
Everything out there is mad and confused | |
Till we' ll be able to seal each others fate | |
Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill | |
We don' t realize we' ve been given our own | |
in' will, like animals humans don' t think | |
Don' t look for a reason, we hate no style | |
We put the blame on the demon | |
Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
There is nothing but names on the wall | |
You can be free, you can reach tomorrow | |
Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
So the fend must be back on our ball | |
Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows | |
No lucid intervals, no people who guide | |
But a 1000 | |
Masters of disguise | |
Eternal damnation ' cause humans they hide | |
They think that satan shall rise |
zuò qǔ : Sammet | |
Ravens in the air, noone in the streets | |
Seems like the fiend he must be back | |
Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar | |
Love has just started to crack ow | |
Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain | |
Envy is driving our hate | |
Everything out there is mad and confused | |
Till we' ll be able to seal each others fate | |
Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill | |
We don' t realize we' ve been given our own | |
in' will, like animals humans don' t think | |
Don' t look for a reason, we hate no style | |
We put the blame on the demon | |
Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
There is nothing but names on the wall | |
You can be free, you can reach tomorrow | |
Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
So the fend must be back on our ball | |
Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows | |
No lucid intervals, no people who guide | |
But a 1000 | |
Masters of disguise | |
Eternal damnation ' cause humans they hide | |
They think that satan shall rise |