Song | Vesuvius 79 A.D. |
Artist | Triumvirat |
Album | Pompeii |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fritz | |
Almost seventeen years | |
They had been living in peace | |
Which made their conscience lazy | |
Life was happily tuned | |
To take it easy | |
Seemed the golden rule | |
But again they ignored | |
The tune Vesuvius scored | |
A scream of raw distortion | |
Glowing rocks he used as drums and cymbals | |
And burning lava for his violins | |
The overture wasn't new | |
But when they reached section two | |
He had a special effect | |
Which didn't look like a gag | |
He tore Pompeii apart | |
Crescending into part three | |
He gave the encore for free | |
The warning born in unknown skies | |
Was recognized too late | |
Pompeii's lights had faded out | |
The gods had closed their gates | |
The mountain opened up it's mouth | |
It's breath was crimson gold | |
The day Pompeii died | |
It was the devil's fair | |
That morbid deal had been fulfilled | |
Vesuvius raised his hands, | |
'THOU SHALT NOT KILL!' |
zuo qu : Fritz | |
Almost seventeen years | |
They had been living in peace | |
Which made their conscience lazy | |
Life was happily tuned | |
To take it easy | |
Seemed the golden rule | |
But again they ignored | |
The tune Vesuvius scored | |
A scream of raw distortion | |
Glowing rocks he used as drums and cymbals | |
And burning lava for his violins | |
The overture wasn' t new | |
But when they reached section two | |
He had a special effect | |
Which didn' t look like a gag | |
He tore Pompeii apart | |
Crescending into part three | |
He gave the encore for free | |
The warning born in unknown skies | |
Was recognized too late | |
Pompeii' s lights had faded out | |
The gods had closed their gates | |
The mountain opened up it' s mouth | |
It' s breath was crimson gold | |
The day Pompeii died | |
It was the devil' s fair | |
That morbid deal had been fulfilled | |
Vesuvius raised his hands, | |
' THOU SHALT NOT KILL!' |
zuò qǔ : Fritz | |
Almost seventeen years | |
They had been living in peace | |
Which made their conscience lazy | |
Life was happily tuned | |
To take it easy | |
Seemed the golden rule | |
But again they ignored | |
The tune Vesuvius scored | |
A scream of raw distortion | |
Glowing rocks he used as drums and cymbals | |
And burning lava for his violins | |
The overture wasn' t new | |
But when they reached section two | |
He had a special effect | |
Which didn' t look like a gag | |
He tore Pompeii apart | |
Crescending into part three | |
He gave the encore for free | |
The warning born in unknown skies | |
Was recognized too late | |
Pompeii' s lights had faded out | |
The gods had closed their gates | |
The mountain opened up it' s mouth | |
It' s breath was crimson gold | |
The day Pompeii died | |
It was the devil' s fair | |
That morbid deal had been fulfilled | |
Vesuvius raised his hands, | |
' THOU SHALT NOT KILL!' |