Beherit Metal of Death歌词

You know I try so hard But I think you don't see me 'Cause' I'm moving so fast We call it rock n rollin' My weapon seems useless 'Cause' your on to me You are impossible to read You're always straight controllin' Oh oh oh Miss Allisa! Gon' doo a vood

(无歌词) 曲编/监制:陈光荣 Mixed by ray at d&m studio Mastered by 舒文 at Zoo music OP: Click music limited SP: 2008 Click music limited 专辑:A Little Love 歌手:冯曦妤 歌曲:The Glorious Death

Inject it into the blood directly into the vein Metal assault on the ear feeling it flow to the brain It can get under the skin the power metal syringe It puts an end to all pain another headbanger singed Breathe the metal in the air feel power every

Metal revolution - possessed we fight hand in hand Sardonic aversions - only in union we stand Depressive perspective - gives us a place to retreat Never divided - no discussions stay to the roots Real cultured - out of plastic - can't share their ph

The Field of Battle calling Our Eve of Victory dawning Our Curse of Death is upon you Our Axes tearing through your Shield Our Sword brings Victory Attack of Rage Pure Steel can only win Where Metal Reigns Supreme True Battle drink our Blood In Honou

O, Death, O, Death, Won't you spare me over til another year? Well, what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of me? Well, I am Death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell. "Whoa, Death", someone would pray, &

I bring out the best in you But you bring out the worst in me There's nothing that I wouldn't do (for you) But you don't give me anything Wish that I was strong enough to weather this storm My friends are saying they don't recognize me from before Bu

When sadness fills your heart And sorrow hides the longing to be free When things go wrong each day You fix your mind to 'scape your misery Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death How strange, your happy words Have ceased to b

System, system, system. Death in life. System, system, system. The surgeons knife. System, system, system. Hacking at the cord. System, system, system. A child is born. Poor little fucker, poor little kid, Never asked for life, no she never did. Poor

Love Love Love Love Love Love Me and my friend were walking In the cold light of morning Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived In this world even winter ain't what it seems Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime When the river