歌曲 | Captor Of Sin - Live |
歌手 | Slayer |
专辑 | Live: Decade Of Aggression |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hanneman, King | |
(hanneman/king) | |
Harlots of hell spread your wings | |
As i penetrate your soul | |
Feel the fire shoot through your body | |
As i slip into your throne | |
Cast aside, do as you will | |
I care not how you plead | |
Satan's child now stalks the earth | |
Born from my demon seed | |
Hot winds of hell | |
Burns, in my wake | |
Death is what you pray, | |
Behold, captor of sin | |
Infernal slaves of manipulation | |
Captive of my vice | |
Abandon god, the helpless one | |
To relieve you of your plight | |
Subversive action will not help | |
It will strengthen me | |
I see decline in your every move | |
Death your final plea | |
Hot winds of hell | |
Burns, in my wake | |
Death is what you pray, | |
Behold, captor of sin | |
Your skin turns to leather | |
I ignite your timid blood | |
You feel my lethal touch | |
As i grasp your weary soul | |
I'll take you down into the fire |
zuo qu : Hanneman, King | |
hanneman king | |
Harlots of hell spread your wings | |
As i penetrate your soul | |
Feel the fire shoot through your body | |
As i slip into your throne | |
Cast aside, do as you will | |
I care not how you plead | |
Satan' s child now stalks the earth | |
Born from my demon seed | |
Hot winds of hell | |
Burns, in my wake | |
Death is what you pray, | |
Behold, captor of sin | |
Infernal slaves of manipulation | |
Captive of my vice | |
Abandon god, the helpless one | |
To relieve you of your plight | |
Subversive action will not help | |
It will strengthen me | |
I see decline in your every move | |
Death your final plea | |
Hot winds of hell | |
Burns, in my wake | |
Death is what you pray, | |
Behold, captor of sin | |
Your skin turns to leather | |
I ignite your timid blood | |
You feel my lethal touch | |
As i grasp your weary soul | |
I' ll take you down into the fire |
zuò qǔ : Hanneman, King | |
hanneman king | |
Harlots of hell spread your wings | |
As i penetrate your soul | |
Feel the fire shoot through your body | |
As i slip into your throne | |
Cast aside, do as you will | |
I care not how you plead | |
Satan' s child now stalks the earth | |
Born from my demon seed | |
Hot winds of hell | |
Burns, in my wake | |
Death is what you pray, | |
Behold, captor of sin | |
Infernal slaves of manipulation | |
Captive of my vice | |
Abandon god, the helpless one | |
To relieve you of your plight | |
Subversive action will not help | |
It will strengthen me | |
I see decline in your every move | |
Death your final plea | |
Hot winds of hell | |
Burns, in my wake | |
Death is what you pray, | |
Behold, captor of sin | |
Your skin turns to leather | |
I ignite your timid blood | |
You feel my lethal touch | |
As i grasp your weary soul | |
I' ll take you down into the fire |