[Jan Sebastian Bach] [Instrumental]
we all come together With some kind of plan I want you to laugh But you want me to cry Can we all come together Hey, why don't we try? Can we all come
번역: 바크먼 - 터너 오버 드라이브. 우리는 모두 함께 가도 돼.
I'm a difficult man I admit I'm not easy At the drop of a tear I can turn right away And all the heartaches I've seen One after another Can make a man
So maybe I wasn't That good a friend But you were one of us And I will wonder Just like anyone If there was something Else I could've done So maybe
Bitter bloodstained tears Filling my sadened eyes From personal fears And all once told lies The anger inside Waiting for tomorrow Sinful suicide Wrapped
Slowly slicing your body Wondering what's inside A psychopath addicted to flesh Now I'm taking your life Hacking through your organs Constantly watching
Brutal orgy on flesh A carnal feast for our lord Feel your life float away As I revel in your blood Maggots crawl in your flesh Your life is ending here
in for the kill Screams echoed in the distance And I cannot ignore Smiling at the memories When I slaughtered the whore Skin her alive Time has come
As I become one with the earth My soul has passed the rebirth In this world I leave my flesh to rot No regrets, this is my lot Ashes to ashes Dust to
Twisted thoughts in a shape of death Blood is staining on my hands Deranged mind, rotting soul Homicidal need leads my way Warped lust, sickly obsessed
Override the overture Behold the overwhelming power Trampled and mangled By the hordes of terror The process of death is our fate to be From the skies
번역: 크리스티나 바흐. 그것은 봄 피부에 같았어요.
번역: 할거야 Bachman. 아무도 날 사랑하지 않는다는 듯이,.
back? I can't do it and as for you-- can you in good conscience even ask me to Cause what do you care about the great divide as long as you come down
So maybe I wasn't that good a friend but you were one of us and I will wonder just like anyone if there was something else I could've done So maybe
Agonized terrified horrified Emotions brutalized Crucified nailed to the cross With spikes through my hands I shall die upon this cross All by myself
Override the overture Behold the overwhelming power Trampled and [fucking] mangled By the hordes of terror The process of death is our fate to be From