Song | Within Your Eyes |
Artist | Overkill |
Album | Relixiv |
作词 : Ellsworth, Verni | |
Torn in disarray, listen what I say | |
Brand your people, let them go | |
Send them on their way | |
Worn the fired plead, give them what they need | |
Kill your people let them die | |
Before they plant the seed | |
Born, the black creation | |
Sure, to never die | |
In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise | |
No one knows where the cold wind blows | |
Until it's in their eyes | |
In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief | |
The loyalty you knew so well | |
Now stuck between your teeth | |
Born in desolation | |
Sure to never die | |
I am God's creation | |
I see the light of death | |
Within your eyes | |
Breath the devil's creation | |
With a mouthful of flies | |
I am the scourge of the nation | |
Harbored within your eyes | |
Never wore the crimson red | |
Never thorns adorned the head | |
When was what we used to be | |
Now is what we'll always see | |
Left unto complacency | |
To right the wrong conspiracy | |
Never what you used to see | |
With eyes adorned in misery | |
Choose commit right or wrong | |
The road reaming ever long | |
Truth in anger's compromise | |
That shine the lies within your eyes | |
Never was mistaken, never was the prize | |
Never unforsaken, hide within your eyes | |
Never an illusion, the ever rising tide | |
This the constitution, harbored in your eyes |
zuò cí : Ellsworth, Verni | |
Torn in disarray, listen what I say | |
Brand your people, let them go | |
Send them on their way | |
Worn the fired plead, give them what they need | |
Kill your people let them die | |
Before they plant the seed | |
Born, the black creation | |
Sure, to never die | |
In crimson sorrow rise, not to compromise | |
No one knows where the cold wind blows | |
Until it' s in their eyes | |
In guarded disbelief, the crimson turns to grief | |
The loyalty you knew so well | |
Now stuck between your teeth | |
Born in desolation | |
Sure to never die | |
I am God' s creation | |
I see the light of death | |
Within your eyes | |
Breath the devil' s creation | |
With a mouthful of flies | |
I am the scourge of the nation | |
Harbored within your eyes | |
Never wore the crimson red | |
Never thorns adorned the head | |
When was what we used to be | |
Now is what we' ll always see | |
Left unto complacency | |
To right the wrong conspiracy | |
Never what you used to see | |
With eyes adorned in misery | |
Choose commit right or wrong | |
The road reaming ever long | |
Truth in anger' s compromise | |
That shine the lies within your eyes | |
Never was mistaken, never was the prize | |
Never unforsaken, hide within your eyes | |
Never an illusion, the ever rising tide | |
This the constitution, harbored in your eyes |