歌词网

Year of the Cadaver Race

	作曲 : Nystrom
	A black and white moving cloud of wings in the sky
	A flock of vultures approach while blotting out the sun
	Their shrieks are deafening
	To the human ears
	Of those who died, all return...
	Feel the hoofs - they're coming
	Hear the growls - they're coming
	Fallen prey now hunt their hunter
	Vengeance of the animal beast
	See their numbers - they're coming
	Smell their stench - they're coming
	Slaughtered victims now slay their master
	Retaliation of the beast
	Nations are trampled under four legged flesh
	A pounding horde of hollow bodies in sight
	They rear their skulls and cry out
	Of all those who were killed, all return
	Echoes of swine squeals distorting the silence
	Reclaiming the loss of meat stolen from their bodies
	Chewing and pissing on human remains
	Of all those who were slain, all return
	Moans and barks coming from the same direction
	The human's pets no longer sit at their sides
	Primitive instincts, animalistic dogma
	Of all those in captivity, now in devious activity
	Species without a language of words
	Known only for their deeds
	A call upon death, death answers quickly
	Of all those who're alive, not an animal - not a man
	Massive human emibration
	Massive death inhabitation

	zuò qǔ : Nystrom
	A black and white moving cloud of wings in the sky
	A flock of vultures approach while blotting out the sun
	Their shrieks are deafening
	To the human ears
	Of those who died, all return...
	Feel the hoofs they' re coming
	Hear the growls they' re coming
	Fallen prey now hunt their hunter
	Vengeance of the animal beast
	See their numbers they' re coming
	Smell their stench they' re coming
	Slaughtered victims now slay their master
	Retaliation of the beast
	Nations are trampled under four legged flesh
	A pounding horde of hollow bodies in sight
	They rear their skulls and cry out
	Of all those who were killed, all return
	Echoes of swine squeals distorting the silence
	Reclaiming the loss of meat stolen from their bodies
	Chewing and pissing on human remains
	Of all those who were slain, all return
	Moans and barks coming from the same direction
	The human' s pets no longer sit at their sides
	Primitive instincts, animalistic dogma
	Of all those in captivity, now in devious activity
	Species without a language of words
	Known only for their deeds
	A call upon death, death answers quickly
	Of all those who' re alive, not an animal not a man
	Massive human emibration
	Massive death inhabitation