| 歌曲 | One Day Son |
| 歌手 | Fightstar |
| 专辑 | One Day Son, This Will All Be Yours |
| The night, the day, the dawn of dead | |
| Rising from the ground | |
| It's time to see the reckoning | |
| You never had it all this cash | |
| Or country of your own | |
| The land that feeds the rest alone | |
| When there's no room in hell | |
| The dead will walk the earth | |
| Just come alone and gather ‘round | |
| Till you're gonna shake up your aim' | |
| Cause one day, son, this will all be yours | |
| I'm sorry for this mess | |
| The night, the day, the dawn of dead | |
| View them what you will | |
| A drop of blood could change it all | |
| And soon the day will come, my friend | |
| The time to hand it on | |
| So here's to solving our sickness | |
| When there's no room in hell | |
| The dead will walk the earth | |
| Just come alone and gather round | |
| Till you're gonna shake up your aim' | |
| Cause one day, son, this will all be yours | |
| I'm sorry for this mess | |
| Just come and walk with the dead, dead | |
| Just come alone and gather round | |
| Till you're gonna shake up your aim' | |
| Cause one day, son, this will all be yours | |
| I'm sorry for this mess |
| The night, the day, the dawn of dead | |
| Rising from the ground | |
| It' s time to see the reckoning | |
| You never had it all this cash | |
| Or country of your own | |
| The land that feeds the rest alone | |
| When there' s no room in hell | |
| The dead will walk the earth | |
| Just come alone and gather ' round | |
| Till you' re gonna shake up your aim' | |
| Cause one day, son, this will all be yours | |
| I' m sorry for this mess | |
| The night, the day, the dawn of dead | |
| View them what you will | |
| A drop of blood could change it all | |
| And soon the day will come, my friend | |
| The time to hand it on | |
| So here' s to solving our sickness | |
| When there' s no room in hell | |
| The dead will walk the earth | |
| Just come alone and gather round | |
| Till you' re gonna shake up your aim' | |
| Cause one day, son, this will all be yours | |
| I' m sorry for this mess | |
| Just come and walk with the dead, dead | |
| Just come alone and gather round | |
| Till you' re gonna shake up your aim' | |
| Cause one day, son, this will all be yours | |
| I' m sorry for this mess |