Song | Dark Chilling Heartbeat |
Artist | Deceased |
Album | Up the Tombstones |
作曲 : Deceased | |
My nerves are sharp with insanity as slowly I've gone mad, | |
Why there's fear of the old man and his eye I'll never know, | |
Yes for some time I've had the urge to stop the evil eye, | |
As if possessed I crave its death I truly can't resist, | |
Inside my brain so many voices comfort me, | |
As murderous thoughts race through my mind to finally rid the eye, | |
I approach his room without a sound I'm death outside the door, | |
The heartbeat guides me through the dark and to his resting site, | |
For in my hand I hold the knife the one that slits his throat, | |
With a final shriek my torment ends the eye is no more, | |
And now I'm free for with his death the chains of fear are gone, | |
It's only me left all alone to live amongst the world, | |
In perfect manor I dissect the old man and bury him under the floor, | |
All the while thinking back to the deed I must laugh to reassure, | |
I reassure myself that I'm free and secure the open wood to the ground, | |
And when I'm done I try to sleep but nightmares twist my dreams, | |
That dark chilling heartbeat will it come for me? | |
Will it haunt my world for evermore and steal sanity? | |
But before my eyes can witness sleep there's a knock upon my door, | |
Without a pause I answer calm my discipline assured, | |
Behind the door I find police investigating screams, | |
I politely beg them "Come inside, put your mind at ease", | |
With innocence I lead them down to the room he's buried in, | |
I place my chair right above the man's poor and worthless grave, | |
As we sit and talk I'm becoming pale and sickly so on edge, | |
I beg for them to "Please be gone, and let me find my rest!" | |
But horror's just begun for the heartbeat does return, | |
I reminds my mind of the hideous eye, that gleaming putrid eye! | |
Sweat now drips from my brow I plead and scream aloud, | |
"I did the deed tear up the floor the corpse is in the ground!" | |
But horror's just begun for no one can hear my pleas, | |
For in my mind there lives the eye forever haunting...me! | |
That heart it beats, it lives in me, | |
Inside my mind lives the eye... |
zuò qǔ : Deceased | |
My nerves are sharp with insanity as slowly I' ve gone mad, | |
Why there' s fear of the old man and his eye I' ll never know, | |
Yes for some time I' ve had the urge to stop the evil eye, | |
As if possessed I crave its death I truly can' t resist, | |
Inside my brain so many voices comfort me, | |
As murderous thoughts race through my mind to finally rid the eye, | |
I approach his room without a sound I' m death outside the door, | |
The heartbeat guides me through the dark and to his resting site, | |
For in my hand I hold the knife the one that slits his throat, | |
With a final shriek my torment ends the eye is no more, | |
And now I' m free for with his death the chains of fear are gone, | |
It' s only me left all alone to live amongst the world, | |
In perfect manor I dissect the old man and bury him under the floor, | |
All the while thinking back to the deed I must laugh to reassure, | |
I reassure myself that I' m free and secure the open wood to the ground, | |
And when I' m done I try to sleep but nightmares twist my dreams, | |
That dark chilling heartbeat will it come for me? | |
Will it haunt my world for evermore and steal sanity? | |
But before my eyes can witness sleep there' s a knock upon my door, | |
Without a pause I answer calm my discipline assured, | |
Behind the door I find police investigating screams, | |
I politely beg them " Come inside, put your mind at ease", | |
With innocence I lead them down to the room he' s buried in, | |
I place my chair right above the man' s poor and worthless grave, | |
As we sit and talk I' m becoming pale and sickly so on edge, | |
I beg for them to " Please be gone, and let me find my rest!" | |
But horror' s just begun for the heartbeat does return, | |
I reminds my mind of the hideous eye, that gleaming putrid eye! | |
Sweat now drips from my brow I plead and scream aloud, | |
" I did the deed tear up the floor the corpse is in the ground!" | |
But horror' s just begun for no one can hear my pleas, | |
For in my mind there lives the eye forever haunting... me! | |
That heart it beats, it lives in me, | |
Inside my mind lives the eye... |