Song | The Day of Desperation |
Artist | Despair |
Album | Beyond All Reason |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hentschel, Sorychta | |
My heart turned to stone | |
As I heard the news that day | |
The bloody game has started | |
In the eastern world far away | |
The cry of a million people | |
Echoed into a void | |
The arguments of reason died | |
As the first bomb was thrown | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
On the day of desperation | |
As the desert sky turned to black | |
Did you realize what you have done | |
When you used to deal | |
With poison gas | |
A war for oil | |
And blood-red sand | |
And Mr. President who smiled | |
At his war-machine performance | |
And at the thousands who died | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
Sell the gas | |
History told you what to do | |
Poison gas | |
A memory of Nazi's world war two | |
The innocent | |
Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares | |
Industry | |
The dealers of death | |
Will we never learn | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse |
zuo qu : Hentschel, Sorychta | |
My heart turned to stone | |
As I heard the news that day | |
The bloody game has started | |
In the eastern world far away | |
The cry of a million people | |
Echoed into a void | |
The arguments of reason died | |
As the first bomb was thrown | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
On the day of desperation | |
As the desert sky turned to black | |
Did you realize what you have done | |
When you used to deal | |
With poison gas | |
A war for oil | |
And bloodred sand | |
And Mr. President who smiled | |
At his warmachine performance | |
And at the thousands who died | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
Sell the gas | |
History told you what to do | |
Poison gas | |
A memory of Nazi' s world war two | |
The innocent | |
Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares | |
Industry | |
The dealers of death | |
Will we never learn | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse |
zuò qǔ : Hentschel, Sorychta | |
My heart turned to stone | |
As I heard the news that day | |
The bloody game has started | |
In the eastern world far away | |
The cry of a million people | |
Echoed into a void | |
The arguments of reason died | |
As the first bomb was thrown | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
On the day of desperation | |
As the desert sky turned to black | |
Did you realize what you have done | |
When you used to deal | |
With poison gas | |
A war for oil | |
And bloodred sand | |
And Mr. President who smiled | |
At his warmachine performance | |
And at the thousands who died | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
Sell the gas | |
History told you what to do | |
Poison gas | |
A memory of Nazi' s world war two | |
The innocent | |
Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares | |
Industry | |
The dealers of death | |
Will we never learn | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse | |
Those who deal | |
All of you | |
Who deal with death | |
No excuse | |
No forbearance | |
Your abuse | |
Is much too hard | |
I accuse |