Song | Letter To The Unborn |
Artist | Lamb of God |
Album | New American Gospel |
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作曲 : Lamb of God | |
I want some hatred on through | |
This pain to feel you're fading | |
They say stop be more gentle | |
It seems I walk this hard trail alone | |
Come danger take them all | |
Then throw them at the walls | |
Lost | |
Why won't you let me go | |
What does your father feel | |
There is no point is your papa not living now | |
I'm gonna tear off the legs of the one that killed | |
Me the most powerfull human of all | |
Woe | |
I a missing father | |
An empty role | |
Why did this immortal good child forget me | |
Why'd a mans own father blow these | |
Heartstrings away | |
Thrice have I called for blood I want the undead child | |
Why wouldn't fate let this unborn child | |
Die a wooden blow | |
Please | |
Kill | |
Him |
zuo qu : Lamb of God | |
I want some hatred on through | |
This pain to feel you' re fading | |
They say stop be more gentle | |
It seems I walk this hard trail alone | |
Come danger take them all | |
Then throw them at the walls | |
Lost | |
Why won' t you let me go | |
What does your father feel | |
There is no point is your papa not living now | |
I' m gonna tear off the legs of the one that killed | |
Me the most powerfull human of all | |
Woe | |
I a missing father | |
An empty role | |
Why did this immortal good child forget me | |
Why' d a mans own father blow these | |
Heartstrings away | |
Thrice have I called for blood I want the undead child | |
Why wouldn' t fate let this unborn child | |
Die a wooden blow | |
Please | |
Kill | |
Him |
zuò qǔ : Lamb of God | |
I want some hatred on through | |
This pain to feel you' re fading | |
They say stop be more gentle | |
It seems I walk this hard trail alone | |
Come danger take them all | |
Then throw them at the walls | |
Lost | |
Why won' t you let me go | |
What does your father feel | |
There is no point is your papa not living now | |
I' m gonna tear off the legs of the one that killed | |
Me the most powerfull human of all | |
Woe | |
I a missing father | |
An empty role | |
Why did this immortal good child forget me | |
Why' d a mans own father blow these | |
Heartstrings away | |
Thrice have I called for blood I want the undead child | |
Why wouldn' t fate let this unborn child | |
Die a wooden blow | |
Please | |
Kill | |
Him |