Song | Kill at Command |
Artist | Overkill |
Album | Hello from the Gutter |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ellsworth, Gustafson ... | |
They came to the land, to kill on command. | |
They ride through the dark of the night. | |
Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands | |
Grab for their last chance of life. | |
Bright shields! sharp swords! | |
March forward for their | |
Lord.Set the bow, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
Battle cries! silent screams! | |
Submerge the | |
Devil in evil dreams | |
Feel the blade, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
I live for the kill, | |
I do it at will | |
Let the weak ride back to the lair. | |
Now they will kneel to leather and steel | |
Gasp for the last breath of air. | |
Blood runs! heads roll! | |
Enemy fear, take the soul | |
Set the bow, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
Lash out! strike first! | |
Blood of the dead quench my thirst | |
Feel the pain, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
A gilded warrior wonders why... | |
His fear becomes new life on high... | |
Looking down... the dead won't tell. | |
Why his soul existence lives on in | |
Hell.Long live the spirit...! | |
In a life that knows no end... | |
Many pass before him... | |
Many in the wind. |
zuo ci : Ellsworth, Gustafson ... | |
They came to the land, to kill on command. | |
They ride through the dark of the night. | |
Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands | |
Grab for their last chance of life. | |
Bright shields! sharp swords! | |
March forward for their | |
Lord. Set the bow, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
Battle cries! silent screams! | |
Submerge the | |
Devil in evil dreams | |
Feel the blade, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
I live for the kill, | |
I do it at will | |
Let the weak ride back to the lair. | |
Now they will kneel to leather and steel | |
Gasp for the last breath of air. | |
Blood runs! heads roll! | |
Enemy fear, take the soul | |
Set the bow, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
Lash out! strike first! | |
Blood of the dead quench my thirst | |
Feel the pain, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
A gilded warrior wonders why... | |
His fear becomes new life on high... | |
Looking down... the dead won' t tell. | |
Why his soul existence lives on in | |
Hell. Long live the spirit...! | |
In a life that knows no end... | |
Many pass before him... | |
Many in the wind. |
zuò cí : Ellsworth, Gustafson ... | |
They came to the land, to kill on command. | |
They ride through the dark of the night. | |
Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands | |
Grab for their last chance of life. | |
Bright shields! sharp swords! | |
March forward for their | |
Lord. Set the bow, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
Battle cries! silent screams! | |
Submerge the | |
Devil in evil dreams | |
Feel the blade, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
I live for the kill, | |
I do it at will | |
Let the weak ride back to the lair. | |
Now they will kneel to leather and steel | |
Gasp for the last breath of air. | |
Blood runs! heads roll! | |
Enemy fear, take the soul | |
Set the bow, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
Lash out! strike first! | |
Blood of the dead quench my thirst | |
Feel the pain, rulers come | |
Meet your maker. | |
A gilded warrior wonders why... | |
His fear becomes new life on high... | |
Looking down... the dead won' t tell. | |
Why his soul existence lives on in | |
Hell. Long live the spirit...! | |
In a life that knows no end... | |
Many pass before him... | |
Many in the wind. |