LRC歌词
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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:00.000]作曲: Hentschel, Sorychta
[00:58.380]My heart turned to stone
[01:00.690]As I heard the news that day
[01:03.150]The bloody game has started
[01:05.489]In the eastern world far away
[01:08.010]The cry of a million people
[01:10.680]Echoed into a void
[01:12.690]The arguments of reason died
[01:15.060]As the first bomb was thrown
[01:22.860]No excuse
[01:23.940]No forbearance
[01:25.410]Your abuse
[01:26.520]Is much too hard
[01:28.620]I accuse
[01:29.100]Those who deal
[01:30.480]All of you
[01:31.320]Who deal with death
[01:45.030]On the day of desperation
[01:47.160]As the desert sky turned to black
[01:48.750]Did you realize what you have done
[01:51.720]When you used to deal
[01:53.250]With poison gas
[01:54.300]A war for oil
[01:55.710]And blood-red sand
[01:56.430]And Mr. President who smiled
[01:59.880]At his war-machine performance
[02:01.110]And at the thousands who died
[02:14.280]No excuse
[02:15.570]No forbearance
[02:16.350]Your abuse
[02:18.120]Is much too hard
[02:19.440]I accuse
[02:20.190]Those who deal
[02:20.730]All of you
[02:22.710]Who deal with death
[03:24.360]Sell the gas
[03:26.970]History told you what to do
[03:29.370]Poison gas
[03:31.500]A memory of Nazi's world war two
[03:33.900]The innocent
[03:36.180]Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares
[03:38.790]Industry
[03:40.920]The dealers of death
[03:42.210]Will we never learn
[04:14.130]No excuse
[04:15.450]No forbearance
[04:16.800]Your abuse
[04:17.910]Is much too hard
[04:19.800]I accuse
[04:20.670]Those who deal
[04:22.710]All of you
[04:23.370]Who deal with death
[04:23.790]No excuse
[04:24.270]No forbearance
[04:29.460]Your abuse
[04:31.470]Is much too hard
[04:32.430]I accuse
文本歌词
作曲: Hentschel, Sorychta
My heart turned to stone
As I heard the news that day
The bloody game has started
In the eastern world far away
The cry of a million people
Echoed into a void
The arguments of reason died
As the first bomb was thrown
No excuse
No forbearance
Your abuse
Is much too hard
I accuse
Those who deal
All of you
Who deal with death
On the day of desperation
As the desert sky turned to black
Did you realize what you have done
When you used to deal
With poison gas
A war for oil
And blood-red sand
And Mr. President who smiled
At his war-machine performance
And at the thousands who died
No excuse
No forbearance
Your abuse
Is much too hard
I accuse
Those who deal
All of you
Who deal with death
Sell the gas
History told you what to do
Poison gas
A memory of Nazi's world war two
The innocent
Nearly wiped out by your deadly wares
Industry
The dealers of death
Will we never learn
No excuse
No forbearance
Your abuse
Is much too hard
I accuse
Those who deal
All of you
Who deal with death
No excuse
No forbearance
Your abuse
Is much too hard
I accuse