Eighth Lock - Gwar

Eighth Lock - Gwar

Альбом
Beyond Hell
Год
2006
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
246780

以下は曲の歌詞です Eighth Lock 、アーティスト - Gwar 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Eighth Lock "

原文と翻訳

Eighth Lock

Gwar

No one to see, nowhere to go

Nothing to do, no one to know

Eighth Lock

Eighth Lock!

Nothing will live, nothing will grow

No one will care, no one will know

Eighth Lock, you never can win

You only get out by not going in

They put me into the ground

Lost without light, without taste, without sound

Beneath the barren mound

They put me in a place they call Eighth Lock

(Eighth Lock!)

But I’m getting stronger

(Eighth Lock!)

Not very much longer!

No one to see, nowhere to go

Nothing to do, no one to know

Eighth Lock

Eighth Lock!

Nothing will live, nothing will grow

No one will care, no one will know

Eighth Lock, you never can win

You only get out by not going in

Who the hell am I?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

And what did you do to my hands?

I’m getting stronger

They built this place with steel

And painted it with mud

It’s constantly on fire

They put it out with blood

They said it was a prison

But became so much more

The maze it built into itself

They had to bar the door

Bar the door!

Quickly, you fools!

Nothing to do, nowhere to go!

The floating eyeball is to be feared

The pupil hides a maw

They say that children run this place

That’s how they missed the fatal flaw

Eighth Lock, you never can win

You only get out by not going in

No one to see, nowhere to go

Nothing to do

Eighth Lock, you never can win

You only get out by not going in

No one to see, nowhere to go

Nothing to do, no one to know

When you come to Eighth Lock

It’s like some vile rebirth

Where devils delve into your life

And demons deem its worth

The food comes through a hole

My cellmate is a troll

The warden, he has hooks for hands

We all play our roles

We all play our roles!

Or wind up

On a pole

(Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock

Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock!)

A diabolic construct

(Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock!)

As flesh runs rife with worms

(Eighth Lock, Eighth Lock)

Somehow flesh and metal merge

As bloated larvae squirms

The things within, they made with rules

Ahh…

They steal the souls of those they think are fit to play their hateful games

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