Song | Black Religion |
Artist | Heaven's Gate |
Album | Planet E |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bilski, Paeth, Rettke | |
Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes | |
Strike any hour for this glory true lies | |
Their minds infected, the virus heating up their hate | |
They kill and die for this unfailing true faith [BRIDGE:] | |
Only one request | |
To live and die for a lullaby | |
And when the hammer falls | |
A young child dies in his mother's arms [CHORUS:] | |
Makes no sense to me at all | |
Confessions of the faith for sale | |
Waiting for the ones to fall | |
Who is responsible? | |
The kings of war | |
Clean slated preacher, a tattooed smile upon his face | |
Prepared as teacher for the weary human race [BRIDGE / CHORUS] | |
Fakin' and dealin' with dirty old lies | |
They're livin' it up, there's no need to disguise | |
Dragging the enemy down to his knees | |
Give us the bravery, we're begging you please | |
The ten commandments are free for a deal | |
The future is over, it's breaking the seal | |
Come on, raise up your hands | |
And we're livin' it up to be free [BRIDGE / CHORUS] |
zuo qu : Bilski, Paeth, Rettke | |
Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes | |
Strike any hour for this glory true lies | |
Their minds infected, the virus heating up their hate | |
They kill and die for this unfailing true faith BRIDGE: | |
Only one request | |
To live and die for a lullaby | |
And when the hammer falls | |
A young child dies in his mother' s arms CHORUS: | |
Makes no sense to me at all | |
Confessions of the faith for sale | |
Waiting for the ones to fall | |
Who is responsible? | |
The kings of war | |
Clean slated preacher, a tattooed smile upon his face | |
Prepared as teacher for the weary human race BRIDGE CHORUS | |
Fakin' and dealin' with dirty old lies | |
They' re livin' it up, there' s no need to disguise | |
Dragging the enemy down to his knees | |
Give us the bravery, we' re begging you please | |
The ten commandments are free for a deal | |
The future is over, it' s breaking the seal | |
Come on, raise up your hands | |
And we' re livin' it up to be free BRIDGE CHORUS |
zuò qǔ : Bilski, Paeth, Rettke | |
Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes | |
Strike any hour for this glory true lies | |
Their minds infected, the virus heating up their hate | |
They kill and die for this unfailing true faith BRIDGE: | |
Only one request | |
To live and die for a lullaby | |
And when the hammer falls | |
A young child dies in his mother' s arms CHORUS: | |
Makes no sense to me at all | |
Confessions of the faith for sale | |
Waiting for the ones to fall | |
Who is responsible? | |
The kings of war | |
Clean slated preacher, a tattooed smile upon his face | |
Prepared as teacher for the weary human race BRIDGE CHORUS | |
Fakin' and dealin' with dirty old lies | |
They' re livin' it up, there' s no need to disguise | |
Dragging the enemy down to his knees | |
Give us the bravery, we' re begging you please | |
The ten commandments are free for a deal | |
The future is over, it' s breaking the seal | |
Come on, raise up your hands | |
And we' re livin' it up to be free BRIDGE CHORUS |