标题:Beating on Death's Door
艺人:Lamb of God
专辑:Sacrament
作词:Chris Adler, David Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Will Adler
作曲:Lamb Of God
附注:
This isn't 100% correct but it's pretty close.
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 150
和弦:Dsus4 D5 G#5 F5
音轨:
- Guitar 1 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 2 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Guitar 3 - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
注释:P.S.really D5Riff BEnd Riff BRiff CEnd Riff CRhy. Fig. 1End Rhy. Fig. 1Riff DEnd Riff DP.S.Riff EEnd Riff ERhy. Fig. 2End Rhy. Fig. 2Riff FEnd Riff FRiff GEnd Riff GP.S.Riff AEnd Riff ARiff BEnd Riff BRiff CEnd Riff CRhy. Fig. 1End Rhy. Fig. 1Riff DEnd Riff DP.S.Riff EEnd Riff ERhy. Fig. 2End Rhy. Fig. 2Riff FEnd Riff FRiff GEnd Riff GRiff F1End Riff F1
标记:IntroVerseChorusVerseChorusBridgeInterludeOutro
歌词:
She's a slack one, born of greed.
Speaking endless words, long and empty.
A beggar who still wants to choose,
A dethroned queen still demands her dues.
If you want something for nothing you take what you get,
A virgin whore in a dirty wedding dress.
Scream for salvation, beating on death's door.
But just be careful what you wish for.
There's blood stain on the ceiling,
But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery.
Trying to look out through a bricked-in window,
Your destiny lies in the alley below.
Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror,
When all else fails, she holds you with broken arms.
There's poison in her veins, but the bitch comes for free,
A quick fix for all that you think that you need.
Scream for salvation, beating on death's door.
But just be careful what you wish for.
The patron saint of fools answers all your request,
She's all yours now, so deal with it.
There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on,
You're tied in knots that can't be undone.
No more warnings will fall on deaf ears,
You lied too many times now no one cares.
No one cares.
An empty promise with a heart of tin,
Her crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within.
The hope for something more, all that you wish for,
A kick to the head and a boot to the door.
Chasing a dragon in a ladies clothes,
A paper trail ends in choking smoke.
But you know that you lit the match yourself,
Play the burning cards that you dealt
Scream for salvation, beating on death's door.
But just be careful what you wish for.
The patron saint of fools answers all your request,
She's all yours now, so deal with it.
Broken. [x7]
