Song | Feedback, Blood & Distortion |
Artist | Toxic Holocaust |
Album | An Overdose of Death... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Grind | |
A burst of confusion rocks your mind | |
As the shadows from the warhead fills the sky | |
Endless rioting of the masses | |
As we heed Satan's call | |
As we fan the flames higher | |
And disintegrate you all | |
The blood of the victims drench the walls | |
But every night they still fill the halls | |
Coming for the chaos to witness and partake | |
In the fight for their lives | |
And the wall of sonic hate | |
Feedback, blood and distortion | |
In the gutter, we're fighting for our lives | |
Our metal weapons gleaming in the night | |
Your fate is in our hands | |
Your funeral's just begun | |
As the weak are cast aside | |
And the soldiers are marching on | |
An overdose of death... |
zuo qu : Grind | |
A burst of confusion rocks your mind | |
As the shadows from the warhead fills the sky | |
Endless rioting of the masses | |
As we heed Satan' s call | |
As we fan the flames higher | |
And disintegrate you all | |
The blood of the victims drench the walls | |
But every night they still fill the halls | |
Coming for the chaos to witness and partake | |
In the fight for their lives | |
And the wall of sonic hate | |
Feedback, blood and distortion | |
In the gutter, we' re fighting for our lives | |
Our metal weapons gleaming in the night | |
Your fate is in our hands | |
Your funeral' s just begun | |
As the weak are cast aside | |
And the soldiers are marching on | |
An overdose of death... |
zuò qǔ : Grind | |
A burst of confusion rocks your mind | |
As the shadows from the warhead fills the sky | |
Endless rioting of the masses | |
As we heed Satan' s call | |
As we fan the flames higher | |
And disintegrate you all | |
The blood of the victims drench the walls | |
But every night they still fill the halls | |
Coming for the chaos to witness and partake | |
In the fight for their lives | |
And the wall of sonic hate | |
Feedback, blood and distortion | |
In the gutter, we' re fighting for our lives | |
Our metal weapons gleaming in the night | |
Your fate is in our hands | |
Your funeral' s just begun | |
As the weak are cast aside | |
And the soldiers are marching on | |
An overdose of death... |