歌曲 The Kinslayer 歌手 NightWish夜愿

歌词:For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry for mankind Even the dead cry Their only comfort Kill your friend, I don't care Orchid kids, blinded stare Need to understand No need to forgive No truth no sense left to be followed Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am! In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way Your praying is in vain It'll all be over soon Father help me, save me a place by your side! There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones Drunk with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game Run away with your impeccable kin! Good wombs hath borne bad sons... Cursing, God, why? Falling for every lie Survivors' guilt In us forevermore 15 candles Redeemers of this world Dwell in hypocrisy: How were we supposed to know?

 

NightWish夜愿

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magicsolj 2008-02-20 22:37:17 
CS1.6背景...
不执着的娃娃 2007-08-07 20:21:17 
前奏好熟悉...好熟悉...可是想到脑袋痛了都想不出来是那个歌...连是那个乐队都不记得了.....哭~~~(估计是以前电脑当机给消灭掉了...呜呜)

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For whom the gun tolls
For whom the prey weeps
Bow before a war
Call it religion
Some wounds never heal
Some tears never will
Dry for the unkind
Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry
Their only comfort
Kill your friend, I don't care
Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand
No need to forgive
No truth no sense left to be followed
Facing this unbearable fear
like meeting an old friend
Time to die, poor mates,
You made me what I am!
In this world of a million religions
everyone prays the same way
Your praying is in vain
It'll all be over soon
Father help me, save me a place by your side!
There is no god Our creed is
but for ourselves
Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones
Drunk with the blood of your victims
I do feel your pity-wanting pain,
Lust for fame, a deadly game
Run away with your impeccable kin!
Good wombs hath borne bad sons...
Cursing, God, why?
Falling for every lie
Survivors' guilt
In us forevermore
15 candles
Redeemers of this world
Dwell in hypocrisy:
How were we supposed to know?
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