歌曲 | March Of The Innocent |
歌手 | Grave Digger |
专辑 | Liberty Or Death |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Becker, Boltendahl ... | |
Wooden walls around my mind | |
My soul has left memories behind | |
We walk around like ghosts | |
Like puppets on a string of despair | |
As bells toll - a call for the chosen ones | |
Outside the window I see loaded guns | |
The caravan of dying flowers | |
Moving to the showers | |
Moving through doors of steel | |
Black flowers in cities of death | |
Where sun turns to grey | |
And love fades away | |
It's the march of the innocent | |
It's the march of the innocent | |
Prayers don't find | |
The right words to help | |
Speechless they move through | |
Thousands of tears | |
Touching the head of a child who cries | |
Defending the fear of those who will die | |
Through fire we walk no chance to survive | |
The army of terror steal our lives | |
Now faith is the substance | |
Of things we hope for | |
We're starting the journey | |
To heaven's door | |
Black flowers in cities of death | |
Where sun turns to grey | |
And love fades away | |
It's the march of the innocent | |
It's the march of the innocent | |
It's the march of the innocent | |
It's the march of the innocent |
zuo qu : Becker, Boltendahl ... | |
Wooden walls around my mind | |
My soul has left memories behind | |
We walk around like ghosts | |
Like puppets on a string of despair | |
As bells toll a call for the chosen ones | |
Outside the window I see loaded guns | |
The caravan of dying flowers | |
Moving to the showers | |
Moving through doors of steel | |
Black flowers in cities of death | |
Where sun turns to grey | |
And love fades away | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
Prayers don' t find | |
The right words to help | |
Speechless they move through | |
Thousands of tears | |
Touching the head of a child who cries | |
Defending the fear of those who will die | |
Through fire we walk no chance to survive | |
The army of terror steal our lives | |
Now faith is the substance | |
Of things we hope for | |
We' re starting the journey | |
To heaven' s door | |
Black flowers in cities of death | |
Where sun turns to grey | |
And love fades away | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent |
zuò qǔ : Becker, Boltendahl ... | |
Wooden walls around my mind | |
My soul has left memories behind | |
We walk around like ghosts | |
Like puppets on a string of despair | |
As bells toll a call for the chosen ones | |
Outside the window I see loaded guns | |
The caravan of dying flowers | |
Moving to the showers | |
Moving through doors of steel | |
Black flowers in cities of death | |
Where sun turns to grey | |
And love fades away | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
Prayers don' t find | |
The right words to help | |
Speechless they move through | |
Thousands of tears | |
Touching the head of a child who cries | |
Defending the fear of those who will die | |
Through fire we walk no chance to survive | |
The army of terror steal our lives | |
Now faith is the substance | |
Of things we hope for | |
We' re starting the journey | |
To heaven' s door | |
Black flowers in cities of death | |
Where sun turns to grey | |
And love fades away | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent | |
It' s the march of the innocent |