歌曲 | With Terminal Intensity |
歌手 | Kalmah |
专辑 | The Black Waltz |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kokko, Sneck | |
With Terminal Intensity | |
A child was born into this world | |
With great emotion he was loved | |
The evil seed slept in his body | |
Spreading its roots before the glory | |
The hell was risen when he was twelve | |
The squeeze of the trigger was a move he did well | |
So he killed his parents killed his friends | |
with black spirit he filled himself | |
Soon he was taken in custody | |
But the inner seed was so well-rooted | |
He needed more the evil doer | |
With terminal intensity operation was made | |
His ties were broken and the doors opened | |
With terminal intensity and hardened heart | |
Now walking among us a voice in his head | |
He has an agenda a secret mission | |
taking orders from higher levels | |
Fighting a battle for you and me | |
So we can live in our world of dreams | |
Tottering on the edge of the grave | |
Facing violence every day | |
Causes the new set of priorities | |
Kills with a pleasure every day | |
And the hindbrain behind will be safe | |
From the extra people to play his game | |
Wrapping himself up in mystery | |
With terminal intensity the plan was made | |
But there is no control in evils way | |
With terminal intensity all hell's breaking loose | |
No one can control how evil moves | |
Unestrained anger deep inside | |
Turns himself against the person of high | |
But will be killed in the name of law | |
And the voice in his head will be gone |
zuo qu : Kokko, Sneck | |
With Terminal Intensity | |
A child was born into this world | |
With great emotion he was loved | |
The evil seed slept in his body | |
Spreading its roots before the glory | |
The hell was risen when he was twelve | |
The squeeze of the trigger was a move he did well | |
So he killed his parents killed his friends | |
with black spirit he filled himself | |
Soon he was taken in custody | |
But the inner seed was so wellrooted | |
He needed more the evil doer | |
With terminal intensity operation was made | |
His ties were broken and the doors opened | |
With terminal intensity and hardened heart | |
Now walking among us a voice in his head | |
He has an agenda a secret mission | |
taking orders from higher levels | |
Fighting a battle for you and me | |
So we can live in our world of dreams | |
Tottering on the edge of the grave | |
Facing violence every day | |
Causes the new set of priorities | |
Kills with a pleasure every day | |
And the hindbrain behind will be safe | |
From the extra people to play his game | |
Wrapping himself up in mystery | |
With terminal intensity the plan was made | |
But there is no control in evils way | |
With terminal intensity all hell' s breaking loose | |
No one can control how evil moves | |
Unestrained anger deep inside | |
Turns himself against the person of high | |
But will be killed in the name of law | |
And the voice in his head will be gone |
zuò qǔ : Kokko, Sneck | |
With Terminal Intensity | |
A child was born into this world | |
With great emotion he was loved | |
The evil seed slept in his body | |
Spreading its roots before the glory | |
The hell was risen when he was twelve | |
The squeeze of the trigger was a move he did well | |
So he killed his parents killed his friends | |
with black spirit he filled himself | |
Soon he was taken in custody | |
But the inner seed was so wellrooted | |
He needed more the evil doer | |
With terminal intensity operation was made | |
His ties were broken and the doors opened | |
With terminal intensity and hardened heart | |
Now walking among us a voice in his head | |
He has an agenda a secret mission | |
taking orders from higher levels | |
Fighting a battle for you and me | |
So we can live in our world of dreams | |
Tottering on the edge of the grave | |
Facing violence every day | |
Causes the new set of priorities | |
Kills with a pleasure every day | |
And the hindbrain behind will be safe | |
From the extra people to play his game | |
Wrapping himself up in mystery | |
With terminal intensity the plan was made | |
But there is no control in evils way | |
With terminal intensity all hell' s breaking loose | |
No one can control how evil moves | |
Unestrained anger deep inside | |
Turns himself against the person of high | |
But will be killed in the name of law | |
And the voice in his head will be gone |