Song | Legacy of Doom |
Artist | Razor |
Album | Evil Invaders |
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作曲 : Campagnolo, Carlo | |
Dead of night in days of old | |
Men were fierce but none so bold | |
Called him crazy and insane | |
But none dare take his name in vain | |
Carved in stone soon death prevails | |
Dangerous warning soon entails | |
Chipped away with blood and sweat | |
Now passes on his evil debt | |
To those who touch this sacred place | |
In any time from any place | |
Who desecrates this sacred tomb shall die by legacy of doom | |
Years gone past his grave remains | |
A rotting corpse with none to gain | |
Still untouched by those who dread | |
An evil curse upon their heads | |
Time marches on and cities expand | |
Superstitions ignored by now modern man | |
One did dare to challenge the tomb | |
He now rots in hell, a warning of doom | |
So take heed of this warning given to you | |
If you ever should cross a cursed tomb | |
Leave it alone and do turn away | |
Or bear the evil curse 'til your dying day |
zuo qu : Campagnolo, Carlo | |
Dead of night in days of old | |
Men were fierce but none so bold | |
Called him crazy and insane | |
But none dare take his name in vain | |
Carved in stone soon death prevails | |
Dangerous warning soon entails | |
Chipped away with blood and sweat | |
Now passes on his evil debt | |
To those who touch this sacred place | |
In any time from any place | |
Who desecrates this sacred tomb shall die by legacy of doom | |
Years gone past his grave remains | |
A rotting corpse with none to gain | |
Still untouched by those who dread | |
An evil curse upon their heads | |
Time marches on and cities expand | |
Superstitions ignored by now modern man | |
One did dare to challenge the tomb | |
He now rots in hell, a warning of doom | |
So take heed of this warning given to you | |
If you ever should cross a cursed tomb | |
Leave it alone and do turn away | |
Or bear the evil curse ' til your dying day |
zuò qǔ : Campagnolo, Carlo | |
Dead of night in days of old | |
Men were fierce but none so bold | |
Called him crazy and insane | |
But none dare take his name in vain | |
Carved in stone soon death prevails | |
Dangerous warning soon entails | |
Chipped away with blood and sweat | |
Now passes on his evil debt | |
To those who touch this sacred place | |
In any time from any place | |
Who desecrates this sacred tomb shall die by legacy of doom | |
Years gone past his grave remains | |
A rotting corpse with none to gain | |
Still untouched by those who dread | |
An evil curse upon their heads | |
Time marches on and cities expand | |
Superstitions ignored by now modern man | |
One did dare to challenge the tomb | |
He now rots in hell, a warning of doom | |
So take heed of this warning given to you | |
If you ever should cross a cursed tomb | |
Leave it alone and do turn away | |
Or bear the evil curse ' til your dying day |