Song | Doom Over The World |
Artist | Reverend Bizarre |
Album | Slice of Doom |
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作曲 : Witchfinder | |
Infernal vision I saw, out from the darkness it came to me | |
Angel in appalling form revealing how the forthcoming days will be | |
Her voice was hollow and calm as she told me of things that would soon be here | |
Words full of chaos and death filling my mind with a constant fear | |
There will be a gigantic war, the greater part of the world shall be perished | |
Armies of evil and good prepare to meet each other again | |
And there I can see myself holding a sword with a blade so black | |
Other side, there stands thousands of men, all we have is just a handful of puritans | |
Doom over the world | |
eternal will be our mission. | |
Doom over the world! | |
Corpses are hanging from walls, impaled with spears of destiny | |
One more time hammers have been raised to crush the skulls of heretics | |
The aftermath of battle, silent descents, the field is covered with dying men | |
Strongholds are burning to ashes, all that is left is this handful of puritans |
zuo qu : Witchfinder | |
Infernal vision I saw, out from the darkness it came to me | |
Angel in appalling form revealing how the forthcoming days will be | |
Her voice was hollow and calm as she told me of things that would soon be here | |
Words full of chaos and death filling my mind with a constant fear | |
There will be a gigantic war, the greater part of the world shall be perished | |
Armies of evil and good prepare to meet each other again | |
And there I can see myself holding a sword with a blade so black | |
Other side, there stands thousands of men, all we have is just a handful of puritans | |
Doom over the world | |
eternal will be our mission. | |
Doom over the world! | |
Corpses are hanging from walls, impaled with spears of destiny | |
One more time hammers have been raised to crush the skulls of heretics | |
The aftermath of battle, silent descents, the field is covered with dying men | |
Strongholds are burning to ashes, all that is left is this handful of puritans |
zuò qǔ : Witchfinder | |
Infernal vision I saw, out from the darkness it came to me | |
Angel in appalling form revealing how the forthcoming days will be | |
Her voice was hollow and calm as she told me of things that would soon be here | |
Words full of chaos and death filling my mind with a constant fear | |
There will be a gigantic war, the greater part of the world shall be perished | |
Armies of evil and good prepare to meet each other again | |
And there I can see myself holding a sword with a blade so black | |
Other side, there stands thousands of men, all we have is just a handful of puritans | |
Doom over the world | |
eternal will be our mission. | |
Doom over the world! | |
Corpses are hanging from walls, impaled with spears of destiny | |
One more time hammers have been raised to crush the skulls of heretics | |
The aftermath of battle, silent descents, the field is covered with dying men | |
Strongholds are burning to ashes, all that is left is this handful of puritans |