Slayer - Ss-3
Tekst :
Ancient crown placed on your head
The hangmen of Prague
Seven keys to the chamber
Surrender to the God
CHORUS
Hunting
Fighting
Killing whore
Wade through blood
And spill some more
CHORUS
Golden door submits secrets
As this nation falls
Atmosphere of deadly terror
Suservient to all
CHORUS
Burning sense of mission
Assassination
Symbol of oppression
Crusade led from exile
Obliteration
Sabotaged campaign
Check resistance from afar
Planning the death of one
When the plot is executed
THere will be nowhere to run
Ramifications will be high
A price paid in torment
The end justifies the means
To hell you will be sent
The wolf leader now is the stalked
Expansion, state of horror
Guns echo over the grave
A thousand fates are sealed
Murderous power brought to an end
Only to rise again
Cold and ruthless and iron will
Protectorate of the dead
A thorough sweep
Prelude to death
Secrets kept
But no one left
Firing squad
Begins their work
Harsh reprisal
For what you took
Retribution, selective terror
The stench of death is everywhere
A severed head
A floating mass
Will give me answers to what I ask
Inne utwory
Captor of sin Skeleton Christ Skeletons of society Temptation Behind the crooked cross Divine intervention South of heaven In the name of god Abolish government Exile Human disease Guilty fo being white Cast down Die by the sword Spill the blood Threshold Losowe utwory
In the middle of this storm again
Fighting fire
Only fragments of the life I had remains
My enemy
My iner self
Hunting me down
Brief touch with reality
I m losing my gravity
I ve seen these crowns way to many times
Although the sky is bleeding
I ve seen these crowns way to many times
Still my...
Alguna vez, talvez
volvamos a intentar
redescubrir la canción de la Tierra
Quizás la Cruz del Sur
pueda sincronizar
la verde luz del pulso de la vida
La Cruz del Sur ( x3)
Desde el avión se ve
que hay peces en el mar
y yo quisiera tenerte a mi lado
Venís y me decís
qué simple es la verdad
en el...
Bubble burst, wave break
You got us wrong, make no mistake
Lost treasures, classic brief
They let us out it s no relief
Come on chief let me off
The last mohicans camped it up
And all that s left said in jest
Despair, emptiness
See the hatred wasted on yourself
Face down taste the dust; it s getting harder everyday
Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself
Suicide on the street
Everywhere around you watch it breed
It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection
So...
O czym codziennie rano w gazecie czytamy
o tym że krwawy zamach zebrał kolejne ofiary
że konflikt narasta i wojna już blisko
że z kolejnego miasta zrobiło się pogorzelisko
następna wojna w której chodzi o religię i dolary
taki właśnie jest ten nasz świat doskonały...