Frontschwein - Theotoxin.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Daniel Hans Johan Rosten/Morgan Patrik Niclas Håkansson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Daniel Hans Johan Rosten/Morgan Patrik Niclas Håkansson
[00:28.59]Howling fury, reap the sky, pale winds of death unleashed
[00:32.22]Storm of iron, gale of steel, erupting demon fist
[00:36.36]In praise of death we celebrate the hunger for the kill
[00:39.72]Into pandemonium, stench of scorched flesh
[00:47.46]Boiled blood, charred bones
[00:48.48]All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings
[00:56.88]Cracked horizon, bleeding ground, cold ruin branches out
[01:00.60]Falling into livid dust, prophets of steel arise
[01:06.81]Warbound! Frontschwein! back to the panther line
[01:07.74]Willingly triumphing in eternal death, decay, ruin
[01:21.42]Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies
[01:25.05]Armored count, wood-splinters swirling
[01:38.07]Red pawns keeps falling
[01:39.99]Armored count, breathing smoke and sparks
[01:47.94]Once again falling down
[02:21.51]Fastsack, westsack, cognac infused attack
[02:22.41]Barrage after barrage, torn apart like paper sacks
[02:25.56]Machine guns preaching, engines roar merciful faith no more
[02:30.09]Into pandemonium, stench of scorched flesh, broiled skin, burnt hair
[02:40.98]All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings
[02:46.50]Death, decay, ruin
[02:58.77]Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies
文本歌词
作词 : Daniel Hans Johan Rosten/Morgan Patrik Niclas Håkansson
作曲 : Daniel Hans Johan Rosten/Morgan Patrik Niclas Håkansson
Howling fury, reap the sky, pale winds of death unleashed
Storm of iron, gale of steel, erupting demon fist
In praise of death we celebrate the hunger for the kill
Into pandemonium, stench of scorched flesh
Boiled blood, charred bones
All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings
Cracked horizon, bleeding ground, cold ruin branches out
Falling into livid dust, prophets of steel arise
Warbound! Frontschwein! back to the panther line
Willingly triumphing in eternal death, decay, ruin
Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies
Armored count, wood-splinters swirling
Red pawns keeps falling
Armored count, breathing smoke and sparks
Once again falling down
Fastsack, westsack, cognac infused attack
Barrage after barrage, torn apart like paper sacks
Machine guns preaching, engines roar merciful faith no more
Into pandemonium, stench of scorched flesh, broiled skin, burnt hair
All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings
Death, decay, ruin
Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies