Song | Electricity |
Artist | Blood Axis |
Album | Unveröffentlicht |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We three | |
When all these things are done | |
And the stream of blood | |
Has veiled the murky air | |
With paws of crimson | |
Which the sun sucks upwards | |
Then we shall dance | |
All thy blood | |
Around thy tomb | |
And over the piled corpses | |
I will lift my limbs | |
High with each step | |
And all the folk who’ll see me there | |
Yea, all who from afar only my shadow see will say | |
For a great king | |
All his flesh and blood | |
Hold high festival and solemn revel. | |
And blessed is he | |
That hath children | |
Who will dance around his holy tomb | |
Such royal dances of victory. | |
We are three muscle spirits | |
In electricity | |
Force and aim in energy | |
While you are merely two | |
A form, if that | |
Motion - a minimum | |
And content defeated | |
The worshippers of lies | |
Our muscle - the fist! | |
Our spirit - intrepid! | |
Our light - blood! | |
Our duty - war! | |
Three crushing two | |
Muscle wrenching form | |
Force fights inertia | |
Deciding factor | |
The power to bend | |
The world isn't there | |
It never was | |
Harness the thought | |
It has no choice | |
It must bend | |
This power | |
This circuit | |
This power | |
This power is ours alone | |
Our head - clear! | |
Our hands - clean! | |
Our eyes - open! | |
Our fist - strong! | |
The number of the few | |
The stagnant multitudes | |
The hour approaches | |
And we exult in moment | |
A pit of burning corpses | |
And sing | |
An ode to joy | |
Avenge the murder of the spirit. | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Fá¼r Lieber tá¶t aus Leben | |
Und nicht Leben. |
We three | |
When all these things are done | |
And the stream of blood | |
Has veiled the murky air | |
With paws of crimson | |
Which the sun sucks upwards | |
Then we shall dance | |
All thy blood | |
Around thy tomb | |
And over the piled corpses | |
I will lift my limbs | |
High with each step | |
And all the folk who' ll see me there | |
Yea, all who from afar only my shadow see will say | |
For a great king | |
All his flesh and blood | |
Hold high festival and solemn revel. | |
And blessed is he | |
That hath children | |
Who will dance around his holy tomb | |
Such royal dances of victory. | |
We are three muscle spirits | |
In electricity | |
Force and aim in energy | |
While you are merely two | |
A form, if that | |
Motion a minimum | |
And content defeated | |
The worshippers of lies | |
Our muscle the fist! | |
Our spirit intrepid! | |
Our light blood! | |
Our duty war! | |
Three crushing two | |
Muscle wrenching form | |
Force fights inertia | |
Deciding factor | |
The power to bend | |
The world isn' t there | |
It never was | |
Harness the thought | |
It has no choice | |
It must bend | |
This power | |
This circuit | |
This power | |
This power is ours alone | |
Our head clear! | |
Our hands clean! | |
Our eyes open! | |
Our fist strong! | |
The number of the few | |
The stagnant multitudes | |
The hour approaches | |
And we exult in moment | |
A pit of burning corpses | |
And sing | |
An ode to joy | |
Avenge the murder of the spirit. | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Fa r Lieber ta t aus Leben | |
Und nicht Leben. |
We three | |
When all these things are done | |
And the stream of blood | |
Has veiled the murky air | |
With paws of crimson | |
Which the sun sucks upwards | |
Then we shall dance | |
All thy blood | |
Around thy tomb | |
And over the piled corpses | |
I will lift my limbs | |
High with each step | |
And all the folk who' ll see me there | |
Yea, all who from afar only my shadow see will say | |
For a great king | |
All his flesh and blood | |
Hold high festival and solemn revel. | |
And blessed is he | |
That hath children | |
Who will dance around his holy tomb | |
Such royal dances of victory. | |
We are three muscle spirits | |
In electricity | |
Force and aim in energy | |
While you are merely two | |
A form, if that | |
Motion a minimum | |
And content defeated | |
The worshippers of lies | |
Our muscle the fist! | |
Our spirit intrepid! | |
Our light blood! | |
Our duty war! | |
Three crushing two | |
Muscle wrenching form | |
Force fights inertia | |
Deciding factor | |
The power to bend | |
The world isn' t there | |
It never was | |
Harness the thought | |
It has no choice | |
It must bend | |
This power | |
This circuit | |
This power | |
This power is ours alone | |
Our head clear! | |
Our hands clean! | |
Our eyes open! | |
Our fist strong! | |
The number of the few | |
The stagnant multitudes | |
The hour approaches | |
And we exult in moment | |
A pit of burning corpses | |
And sing | |
An ode to joy | |
Avenge the murder of the spirit. | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Hail victory! | |
Electricity | |
Fá r Lieber tá t aus Leben | |
Und nicht Leben. |