[00:00.00] 作词 : Andrew Atwood
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Andrew Atwood
[00:42.84]Six feet deep, rest in peace
[00:49.14]Another holy eulogy read at the reverend's feet
[00:56.04]Giveth thee and taketh thee
[00:58.41]Could this be punishment
[01:00.03]For man's vile deeds
[01:00.51]Blessed decree, chaste and clean
[01:18.27]Valiantly into the crypt a human guillotine
[01:27.51]Do your worst, quench your thirst
[01:29.31]They'll be no one to call a hearse
[01:30.51]Your skull I will disperse
[01:34.20]Assemble your weapons, aim for the heart
[01:38.58]If you fail to puncture he'll tear you apart
[01:44.58]Not all is lost if he hasn't yet fed
[01:50.37]All hear the choirs sing
[01:51.15]Off with his head
[01:51.48]Off with his head
[01:51.93]Fire of the damned, your soul knows where it stands
[02:20.13]Purity you claim, just like the rest alas your spirit's stained
[02:41.97]You're too foolish, so here is a test
[02:44.85]Where's the spot which you'll rip through his chest
[02:47.67]Let's see you go with a new plan instead
[02:50.64]Going in screaming
[02:51.51]Off with his head
[03:05.70]Blades of steel you uncertainly wield
[03:08.34]Lack of precision means blood will be spilled
[03:11.28]However, your heart wasn't clean like you said
[03:14.19]The blood in your veins is blacker than red
[03:16.59]Awakening, smell of sin
[04:09.69]No idea what kind of pain, the world of shit you're in
[04:19.38]Agony, a rhapsody
[04:19.77]Screams and cries like lullabies, choral blasphemy
[04:27.09]Assemble your weapons, aim for the heart
[04:31.20]If you fail to puncture he'll tear you apart
[04:36.21]Not all is lost if he hasn't yet fed
[04:39.33]All hear the choirs sing
[04:39.81]Off with his head

作词 : Andrew Atwood
作曲 : Andrew Atwood
Six feet deep, rest in peace
Another holy eulogy read at the reverend's feet
Giveth thee and taketh thee
Could this be punishment
For man's vile deeds
Blessed decree, chaste and clean
Valiantly into the crypt a human guillotine
Do your worst, quench your thirst
They'll be no one to call a hearse
Your skull I will disperse
Assemble your weapons, aim for the heart
If you fail to puncture he'll tear you apart
Not all is lost if he hasn't yet fed
All hear the choirs sing
Off with his head
Off with his head
Fire of the damned, your soul knows where it stands
Purity you claim, just like the rest alas your spirit's stained
You're too foolish, so here is a test
Where's the spot which you'll rip through his chest
Let's see you go with a new plan instead
Going in screaming
Off with his head
Blades of steel you uncertainly wield
Lack of precision means blood will be spilled
However, your heart wasn't clean like you said
The blood in your veins is blacker than red
Awakening, smell of sin
No idea what kind of pain, the world of shit you're in
Agony, a rhapsody
Screams and cries like lullabies, choral blasphemy
Assemble your weapons, aim for the heart
If you fail to puncture he'll tear you apart
Not all is lost if he hasn't yet fed
All hear the choirs sing
Off with his head