Song | Diamonds Of The Black Chest |
Artist | Running Wild |
Album | Under Jolly Roger |
作词 : Rock 'N' Roll | |
Since then he heard about the chest | |
He's so wild he can't get no rest | |
A million diamonds blinding his eyes | |
Brighter than fire but colder than ice | |
Sweat on his brow, greed burns his mind | |
Hands like claws his teeth always grind | |
Soaked by sweat he wakes up and screams "Oh, no, it was only a dream" | |
Diamonds, diamonds | |
Diamonds of the black chest | |
Years and years he sought that chest | |
He runs most every risk the man's obsessed | |
For too many years he's roamed all the lands | |
To feel the diamonds in his hands | |
He find the hallow spot, breaking its lock | |
He opens the gate which is carved of rock | |
Finding the chest he exults and screams "Oh, yeah, it's no dream" | |
Diamonds, diamonds | |
Diamonds of the black chest | |
He holds out his hands and he touches the chest | |
He breaks its seals, he disturbs its rest | |
Curious and slow he opens the lid | |
He stares over the edge, what he sees he can't grip | |
No diamonds but he sees own face | |
A possessed wreck with an empty gaze | |
Thrilled by madness he's dying in pain "No dream, he's insane" | |
Diamonds, diamonds | |
Diamonds of the black chest |
zuò cí : Rock ' N' Roll | |
Since then he heard about the chest | |
He' s so wild he can' t get no rest | |
A million diamonds blinding his eyes | |
Brighter than fire but colder than ice | |
Sweat on his brow, greed burns his mind | |
Hands like claws his teeth always grind | |
Soaked by sweat he wakes up and screams " Oh, no, it was only a dream" | |
Diamonds, diamonds | |
Diamonds of the black chest | |
Years and years he sought that chest | |
He runs most every risk the man' s obsessed | |
For too many years he' s roamed all the lands | |
To feel the diamonds in his hands | |
He find the hallow spot, breaking its lock | |
He opens the gate which is carved of rock | |
Finding the chest he exults and screams " Oh, yeah, it' s no dream" | |
Diamonds, diamonds | |
Diamonds of the black chest | |
He holds out his hands and he touches the chest | |
He breaks its seals, he disturbs its rest | |
Curious and slow he opens the lid | |
He stares over the edge, what he sees he can' t grip | |
No diamonds but he sees own face | |
A possessed wreck with an empty gaze | |
Thrilled by madness he' s dying in pain " No dream, he' s insane" | |
Diamonds, diamonds | |
Diamonds of the black chest |