歌曲 | Viking Death March |
歌手 | Billy Talent |
专辑 | Dead Silence |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : IAN D`SA/BEN KOWALEWICZ/JON GALLANT/AARON SOLOWONIUK | |
Down, let's take it down | |
Raise up the heads on a stake | |
We will show no mercy | |
On evolution's mistake | |
Change, will have to wait | |
If we can't decide on a fate | |
Self appointed profits | |
And a doomsday charade | |
You preach about love | |
And teach about fate | |
But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
And down on your knees you just don't look so tall (x2) | |
Stop, punch in the clock | |
Punch it with all of your rage | |
Put the men in office | |
For a minimum wage | |
Rats, fighting for scraps | |
Siphon the gas from your tank | |
Left your pockets empty | |
As they laughed at the bank | |
They speak about draws | |
But make no mistake | |
They shaking your head while they spit in your face | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
And down on your knees you just don't look so tall (x2) | |
Now, the time is now | |
We can still turn it around | |
Raise your voice like a weapon | |
Til' they fall to the ground | |
Light, let there be light | |
Without a shadow of doubt | |
We will fight tooth and nail until | |
Salvation is found | |
So how can you look | |
The world in the eyes | |
When all we can see is corruption and lies | |
Down on your knees | |
You don't look so tall (x2) | |
Crackin' the whip on the backs of the poor | |
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more | |
The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl | |
Down on your knees you just don't look so tall | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
Down on your knees you just don't look so tall (x3) | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
Down on your knees, you don't look so tall | |
Open your eyes and the empire falls! |
zuo qu : IAN D SA BEN KOWALEWICZ JON GALLANT AARON SOLOWONIUK | |
Down, let' s take it down | |
Raise up the heads on a stake | |
We will show no mercy | |
On evolution' s mistake | |
Change, will have to wait | |
If we can' t decide on a fate | |
Self appointed profits | |
And a doomsday charade | |
You preach about love | |
And teach about fate | |
But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
And down on your knees you just don' t look so tall x2 | |
Stop, punch in the clock | |
Punch it with all of your rage | |
Put the men in office | |
For a minimum wage | |
Rats, fighting for scraps | |
Siphon the gas from your tank | |
Left your pockets empty | |
As they laughed at the bank | |
They speak about draws | |
But make no mistake | |
They shaking your head while they spit in your face | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
And down on your knees you just don' t look so tall x2 | |
Now, the time is now | |
We can still turn it around | |
Raise your voice like a weapon | |
Til' they fall to the ground | |
Light, let there be light | |
Without a shadow of doubt | |
We will fight tooth and nail until | |
Salvation is found | |
So how can you look | |
The world in the eyes | |
When all we can see is corruption and lies | |
Down on your knees | |
You don' t look so tall x2 | |
Crackin' the whip on the backs of the poor | |
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more | |
The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl | |
Down on your knees you just don' t look so tall | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
Down on your knees you just don' t look so tall x3 | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
Down on your knees, you don' t look so tall | |
Open your eyes and the empire falls! |
zuò qǔ : IAN D SA BEN KOWALEWICZ JON GALLANT AARON SOLOWONIUK | |
Down, let' s take it down | |
Raise up the heads on a stake | |
We will show no mercy | |
On evolution' s mistake | |
Change, will have to wait | |
If we can' t decide on a fate | |
Self appointed profits | |
And a doomsday charade | |
You preach about love | |
And teach about fate | |
But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
And down on your knees you just don' t look so tall x2 | |
Stop, punch in the clock | |
Punch it with all of your rage | |
Put the men in office | |
For a minimum wage | |
Rats, fighting for scraps | |
Siphon the gas from your tank | |
Left your pockets empty | |
As they laughed at the bank | |
They speak about draws | |
But make no mistake | |
They shaking your head while they spit in your face | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
And down on your knees you just don' t look so tall x2 | |
Now, the time is now | |
We can still turn it around | |
Raise your voice like a weapon | |
Til' they fall to the ground | |
Light, let there be light | |
Without a shadow of doubt | |
We will fight tooth and nail until | |
Salvation is found | |
So how can you look | |
The world in the eyes | |
When all we can see is corruption and lies | |
Down on your knees | |
You don' t look so tall x2 | |
Crackin' the whip on the backs of the poor | |
We asked you to stop but you still wanted more | |
The blood on your hands left a trail as you crawl | |
Down on your knees you just don' t look so tall | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
Down on your knees you just don' t look so tall x3 | |
Crosses still burn | |
Axes still fall | |
Down on your knees, you don' t look so tall | |
Open your eyes and the empire falls! |