Slayer - Captor of sin
Tekst :
Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul
Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your throne
Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel
Satan s job, I snatch you up, force of my demon s seal
Hot winds of Hell
Burns, in my wake
Death is what you pray,
Behold, captor of sin
As fit of slaves, my manipulation, captive of my vice
Abandon God, thy helpless ones, to relieve you of your plight
Subversive action will not help, it will strengthen me
I see they re glad 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 never
I ignite your timid blood
You feel my lethal touch
As I grasp your will and soul
I ll take you down into the fire
Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul
Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your throne
Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel
Satan s job, I snatch you up, force of my demon s seal
Hot winds of Hell
Burns, in my wake
Death is what you pray,
Behold, captor of sin
Inne utwory
Skeleton Christ Skeletons of society Temptation Behind the crooked cross Divine intervention South of heaven In the name of god Ss-3 Abolish government Exile Human disease Guilty fo being white Cast down Die by the sword Spill the blood Threshold Losowe utwory
Miasto, miasto zaginionych dzieci.
Miasto, miasto zaginionych dzieci.
Miasto, miasto zaginionych dzieci.
Mroczne miasto pochłania nasze dusze,
nasze sny przeżyły katusze,
pan wielki ,który miastem rządzi,
porywa nasze dzieci dla swych żądzy,
żądze, które nim władają
nocami naszych dzieci sny się urywają,...
All around
So much change is taking place
Everywhere
We re moving in a different way
All around
You can feel the wind of change
It s out there
On the streets
It s beyond the wildest dreams
Can t imagine...
I met you on a rollercoaster
Drive by shooting
In a big black roadster
- It felt so good
We danced in clubs
In ballroom gowns
Lined them up and all fell down
- It felt so good
We played our cards...
Wersja angielska:
friday night it s party time
feeling ready looking fine,
viene diego rumbeando,
with the magic in his eyes
checking every girl in sight,
grooving like he does the mambo
he s the man alli en la disco,
playing sexy...
Bulletrain awakens me,
All is black but I still see,
Reek of death reek of fear,
Call of duty claims its price.
Falling - bleeding - dying.
Twisted bodies surround me,
Leave the dead behind,
Striking forward for a cause,
That I once believed.
Striking - ripping - crying.
Is this humanity,
This is not my belief,
Living the dead behind,
Bless their...