| 作词 : HAM, SEUNG CHEON/KANG, WUK JIN/JO, SEONG HWAK/ROVIN | |
| And when the lamb opened the seventh seal | |
| There was in heaven a silence | |
| Seven angels, seven trumpets | |
| Preparing to sound | |
| God has sent his punishment over us | |
| We shall all perish in the blackest death | |
| Know, That this can be your final hour | |
| Death stands behind you | |
| I can see the crown of his head gleam in the sun | |
| His scythe | |
| Flashes when he raises it behind your heads | |
| Who among you will he strike first? | |
| Hail and fire | |
| Mingled with blood | |
| The greatest of stars is about to fall | |
| Before evening, will your mouth | |
| Be distorted into a last | |
| Unfinished yawn? | |
| Like open-mouthed cattle | |
| Blooming with appetite and lust for life | |
| Have you got a year or an hour left | |
| To pollute the earth with your debris? | |
| Angels descend, graves open | |
| It�s the angel of death passing by |
| zuo ci : HAM, SEUNG CHEON KANG, WUK JIN JO, SEONG HWAK ROVIN | |
| And when the lamb opened the seventh seal | |
| There was in heaven a silence | |
| Seven angels, seven trumpets | |
| Preparing to sound | |
| God has sent his punishment over us | |
| We shall all perish in the blackest death | |
| Know, That this can be your final hour | |
| Death stands behind you | |
| I can see the crown of his head gleam in the sun | |
| His scythe | |
| Flashes when he raises it behind your heads | |
| Who among you will he strike first? | |
| Hail and fire | |
| Mingled with blood | |
| The greatest of stars is about to fall | |
| Before evening, will your mouth | |
| Be distorted into a last | |
| Unfinished yawn? | |
| Like openmouthed cattle | |
| Blooming with appetite and lust for life | |
| Have you got a year or an hour left | |
| To pollute the earth with your debris? | |
| Angels descend, graves open | |
| It s the angel of death passing by |
| zuò cí : HAM, SEUNG CHEON KANG, WUK JIN JO, SEONG HWAK ROVIN | |
| And when the lamb opened the seventh seal | |
| There was in heaven a silence | |
| Seven angels, seven trumpets | |
| Preparing to sound | |
| God has sent his punishment over us | |
| We shall all perish in the blackest death | |
| Know, That this can be your final hour | |
| Death stands behind you | |
| I can see the crown of his head gleam in the sun | |
| His scythe | |
| Flashes when he raises it behind your heads | |
| Who among you will he strike first? | |
| Hail and fire | |
| Mingled with blood | |
| The greatest of stars is about to fall | |
| Before evening, will your mouth | |
| Be distorted into a last | |
| Unfinished yawn? | |
| Like openmouthed cattle | |
| Blooming with appetite and lust for life | |
| Have you got a year or an hour left | |
| To pollute the earth with your debris? | |
| Angels descend, graves open | |
| It s the angel of death passing by |
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