The Day of Desperation 歌词

	作曲 : Hentschel, Sorychta
	My heart turned to stone
	As I heard the news that day
	The bloody game has started
	In the eastern world far away
	The cry of a million people
	Echoed into a void
	The arguments of reason died
	As the first bomb was thrown
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	On the day of desperation
	As the desert sky turned to black
	Did you realize what you have done
	When you used to deal
	With poison gas
	A war for oil
	And blood-red sand
	And Mr. President who smiled
	At his war-machine performance
	And at the thousands who died
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	Sell the gas
	History told you what to do
	Poison gas
	A memory of Nazi's world war two
	The innocent
	Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares
	Industry
	The dealers of death
	Will we never learn
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse

	zuo qu : Hentschel, Sorychta
	My heart turned to stone
	As I heard the news that day
	The bloody game has started
	In the eastern world far away
	The cry of a million people
	Echoed into a void
	The arguments of reason died
	As the first bomb was thrown
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	On the day of desperation
	As the desert sky turned to black
	Did you realize what you have done
	When you used to deal
	With poison gas
	A war for oil
	And bloodred sand
	And Mr. President who smiled
	At his warmachine performance
	And at the thousands who died
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	Sell the gas
	History told you what to do
	Poison gas
	A memory of Nazi' s world war two
	The innocent
	Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares
	Industry
	The dealers of death
	Will we never learn
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse

	zuò qǔ : Hentschel, Sorychta
	My heart turned to stone
	As I heard the news that day
	The bloody game has started
	In the eastern world far away
	The cry of a million people
	Echoed into a void
	The arguments of reason died
	As the first bomb was thrown
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	On the day of desperation
	As the desert sky turned to black
	Did you realize what you have done
	When you used to deal
	With poison gas
	A war for oil
	And bloodred sand
	And Mr. President who smiled
	At his warmachine performance
	And at the thousands who died
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	Sell the gas
	History told you what to do
	Poison gas
	A memory of Nazi' s world war two
	The innocent
	Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares
	Industry
	The dealers of death
	Will we never learn
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse
	Those who deal
	All of you
	Who deal with death
	No excuse
	No forbearance
	Your abuse
	Is much too hard
	I accuse

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