Song | Abandon All Hope |
Artist | Dying Fetus |
Album | Stop At Nothing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gallagher, Kimball | |
Valor they instill to face certain death in conflict | |
Win the war through discipline, trained to follow orders | |
Dilettantes of war, torn apart | |
Send them all to be slaughtered, standard training set | |
In a dark, distant, foreign shithole, wretched torment | |
Approaching the vile sphere of contention, breathing the smoke, the dust | |
Blood-soaked earth, stained red oceans, four your insides | |
Sudden hail, gunfire, half the men drop dead | |
Troops lost in transport, waste of lives | |
Terrified grunts die confused | |
Send them all to be slaughtered | |
Insufficient base munitions | |
Compelled by force to fight until death | |
Certain causualty, amateurs who all die before they learn to fight | |
Ruthless commanders order them to rush upon their imminent, abrupt ends | |
Strategy of attrition, mobbing them, flailing corpses use up ammunition | |
Bravery cut in half by enemy artillery, or cowardice punished by friendly fire | |
Charge ahead, expending divisions | |
Impotence, gaining no ground | |
Bodies thrown, conduct in war, useless | |
Primitive, only two ways home | |
Terrified grunts die confused | |
Reluctant and afraid to attack | |
How will anyone survive this? | |
Only hope, victory or death | |
Certain causualty, amateurs who all die before they learn to fight | |
Ruthless commanders order them to rush upon their imminent, abrupt ends | |
Dying in a dump, ordinance, erode tactics, know what you must do to survive | |
Hiding in the dead, lying still, bare cover, strike in stealth and then disappear | |
Forge ahead, retiring their forces | |
Spilling their confounded blood | |
Undermine their efforts to defeat us | |
Running gun, only two ways home | |
Dig in and fire until the way is clear | |
Pounding the ruins, storms further defaced | |
Snipers take heads, harass your progress | |
Take them out, pierce their eyes through their scopes | |
Die for honor, motherland, strewn about, piles of corpses | |
Losing every last brave man, better than surrender | |
Inescapable nightmare, resolve unflinching | |
Never bow to tyranny | |
Make them pay for every step they take |
zuo qu : Gallagher, Kimball | |
Valor they instill to face certain death in conflict | |
Win the war through discipline, trained to follow orders | |
Dilettantes of war, torn apart | |
Send them all to be slaughtered, standard training set | |
In a dark, distant, foreign shithole, wretched torment | |
Approaching the vile sphere of contention, breathing the smoke, the dust | |
Bloodsoaked earth, stained red oceans, four your insides | |
Sudden hail, gunfire, half the men drop dead | |
Troops lost in transport, waste of lives | |
Terrified grunts die confused | |
Send them all to be slaughtered | |
Insufficient base munitions | |
Compelled by force to fight until death | |
Certain causualty, amateurs who all die before they learn to fight | |
Ruthless commanders order them to rush upon their imminent, abrupt ends | |
Strategy of attrition, mobbing them, flailing corpses use up ammunition | |
Bravery cut in half by enemy artillery, or cowardice punished by friendly fire | |
Charge ahead, expending divisions | |
Impotence, gaining no ground | |
Bodies thrown, conduct in war, useless | |
Primitive, only two ways home | |
Terrified grunts die confused | |
Reluctant and afraid to attack | |
How will anyone survive this? | |
Only hope, victory or death | |
Certain causualty, amateurs who all die before they learn to fight | |
Ruthless commanders order them to rush upon their imminent, abrupt ends | |
Dying in a dump, ordinance, erode tactics, know what you must do to survive | |
Hiding in the dead, lying still, bare cover, strike in stealth and then disappear | |
Forge ahead, retiring their forces | |
Spilling their confounded blood | |
Undermine their efforts to defeat us | |
Running gun, only two ways home | |
Dig in and fire until the way is clear | |
Pounding the ruins, storms further defaced | |
Snipers take heads, harass your progress | |
Take them out, pierce their eyes through their scopes | |
Die for honor, motherland, strewn about, piles of corpses | |
Losing every last brave man, better than surrender | |
Inescapable nightmare, resolve unflinching | |
Never bow to tyranny | |
Make them pay for every step they take |
zuò qǔ : Gallagher, Kimball | |
Valor they instill to face certain death in conflict | |
Win the war through discipline, trained to follow orders | |
Dilettantes of war, torn apart | |
Send them all to be slaughtered, standard training set | |
In a dark, distant, foreign shithole, wretched torment | |
Approaching the vile sphere of contention, breathing the smoke, the dust | |
Bloodsoaked earth, stained red oceans, four your insides | |
Sudden hail, gunfire, half the men drop dead | |
Troops lost in transport, waste of lives | |
Terrified grunts die confused | |
Send them all to be slaughtered | |
Insufficient base munitions | |
Compelled by force to fight until death | |
Certain causualty, amateurs who all die before they learn to fight | |
Ruthless commanders order them to rush upon their imminent, abrupt ends | |
Strategy of attrition, mobbing them, flailing corpses use up ammunition | |
Bravery cut in half by enemy artillery, or cowardice punished by friendly fire | |
Charge ahead, expending divisions | |
Impotence, gaining no ground | |
Bodies thrown, conduct in war, useless | |
Primitive, only two ways home | |
Terrified grunts die confused | |
Reluctant and afraid to attack | |
How will anyone survive this? | |
Only hope, victory or death | |
Certain causualty, amateurs who all die before they learn to fight | |
Ruthless commanders order them to rush upon their imminent, abrupt ends | |
Dying in a dump, ordinance, erode tactics, know what you must do to survive | |
Hiding in the dead, lying still, bare cover, strike in stealth and then disappear | |
Forge ahead, retiring their forces | |
Spilling their confounded blood | |
Undermine their efforts to defeat us | |
Running gun, only two ways home | |
Dig in and fire until the way is clear | |
Pounding the ruins, storms further defaced | |
Snipers take heads, harass your progress | |
Take them out, pierce their eyes through their scopes | |
Die for honor, motherland, strewn about, piles of corpses | |
Losing every last brave man, better than surrender | |
Inescapable nightmare, resolve unflinching | |
Never bow to tyranny | |
Make them pay for every step they take |