Song | Playroom |
Artist | Neutral |
Album | Walpurgis Night at Luisen Kirche: Koenigsberg Live |
作曲 : Neutral | |
作词 : Neutral | |
In my playroom windows shut | |
Purple carpet, smell of slaughter | |
Waiting for the game to start | |
Setting all the toys in order | |
Shadows dancing on the walls | |
Weird sounds drill my ears | |
Playing with my pretty toys | |
Seeing death in their tears | |
Moony circle, yellow hole | |
On the blackened midnight curtain | |
What about your mortal soul | |
Is it still remain uncertain? | |
Death is just an open gate | |
Dive inside it, cross the border | |
Welcome to another state | |
Welcome to the Empty Quarter | |
Door is open, please come in | |
Toys are waiting for you coming | |
Join my endless suffering | |
Feel how slowly time is running | |
Would you like to have some drink? | |
Take a seat in rocking chair | |
Blood is colder than you think | |
Taste a bit and don't beware | |
So much horror you will feel | |
Noone felt so much before you | |
You will see how I can kill | |
Locked inside my paranoia | |
Thoughts and fears all hide away | |
Bloody stains on dirty ceiling | |
This is how I like to play | |
Having fun I like this feeling... |
zuò qǔ : Neutral | |
zuò cí : Neutral | |
In my playroom windows shut | |
Purple carpet, smell of slaughter | |
Waiting for the game to start | |
Setting all the toys in order | |
Shadows dancing on the walls | |
Weird sounds drill my ears | |
Playing with my pretty toys | |
Seeing death in their tears | |
Moony circle, yellow hole | |
On the blackened midnight curtain | |
What about your mortal soul | |
Is it still remain uncertain? | |
Death is just an open gate | |
Dive inside it, cross the border | |
Welcome to another state | |
Welcome to the Empty Quarter | |
Door is open, please come in | |
Toys are waiting for you coming | |
Join my endless suffering | |
Feel how slowly time is running | |
Would you like to have some drink? | |
Take a seat in rocking chair | |
Blood is colder than you think | |
Taste a bit and don' t beware | |
So much horror you will feel | |
Noone felt so much before you | |
You will see how I can kill | |
Locked inside my paranoia | |
Thoughts and fears all hide away | |
Bloody stains on dirty ceiling | |
This is how I like to play | |
Having fun I like this feeling... |