| Song | War Is All We Know |
| Artist | GWAR |
| Album | Beyond Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : GWAR | |
| They came from the sun | |
| From the east, from the west all around | |
| So fate's die is cast | |
| They marshaled their forces and found us at last | |
| So it's come to this | |
| The child is the destroyer | |
| The young god comes to slay | |
| War Son kill the father | |
| For blackness is all that i crave | |
| Shells explode across my hide | |
| Take me death, i am your slave | |
| For i don't have soul | |
| And i don't have a heart | |
| Come then and face me | |
| But first you must suffer my wrath | |
| Hatred of all things alive | |
| War is all we know | |
| They say war is a last resort | |
| For me it's the only way | |
| I have tried reading their poetry | |
| It suits me better to slay | |
| All that i touch seems to break in my hands | |
| Then it just bursts into flames | |
| The piteous pleadings as innocents die | |
| Only an odor remains | |
| So burn the bitter butter | |
| Prepare the murder machines | |
| Bring me my scabbard, my halberd, my hauberk | |
| Fetch me my enchanted greaves | |
| My walls they are melting | |
| The drugs they aren't helping | |
| Is it time for the old gods to die? | |
| To arms is the only cry | |
| Hatred of all things alive | |
| War is all we know | |
| The humans must feast on their gods | |
| We know it fucking blows | |
| Hatred is a seed that's easy to sow | |
| Buckets of blood will help it to grow | |
| And raised on high, the fetid throne | |
| Death is fate's master, he sits alone | |
| They say war is all we know | |
| If only that were true | |
| No matter how i work my schedule | |
| There's always other things that i do | |
| But excuse me now, there's a tank at the door | |
| And that slave's head just rolled cross the floor | |
| He tries to say something and that something is puke | |
| Right about then the pigs set off a nuke | |
| War is all we know | |
| Hatred When i said i loved war, i lied | |
| It fucking sucks on the losing side | |
| And speaking of which, my face is on fire | |
| A lightning withdrawl, we quickly retire | |
| A flury of carnage, my brainpan is nicked | |
| To my unending shame, my ass just got kicked | |
| And as the shells fall in a relentless hail | |
| The fortress was gutted and we had to bail |
| zuo ci : GWAR | |
| They came from the sun | |
| From the east, from the west all around | |
| So fate' s die is cast | |
| They marshaled their forces and found us at last | |
| So it' s come to this | |
| The child is the destroyer | |
| The young god comes to slay | |
| War Son kill the father | |
| For blackness is all that i crave | |
| Shells explode across my hide | |
| Take me death, i am your slave | |
| For i don' t have soul | |
| And i don' t have a heart | |
| Come then and face me | |
| But first you must suffer my wrath | |
| Hatred of all things alive | |
| War is all we know | |
| They say war is a last resort | |
| For me it' s the only way | |
| I have tried reading their poetry | |
| It suits me better to slay | |
| All that i touch seems to break in my hands | |
| Then it just bursts into flames | |
| The piteous pleadings as innocents die | |
| Only an odor remains | |
| So burn the bitter butter | |
| Prepare the murder machines | |
| Bring me my scabbard, my halberd, my hauberk | |
| Fetch me my enchanted greaves | |
| My walls they are melting | |
| The drugs they aren' t helping | |
| Is it time for the old gods to die? | |
| To arms is the only cry | |
| Hatred of all things alive | |
| War is all we know | |
| The humans must feast on their gods | |
| We know it fucking blows | |
| Hatred is a seed that' s easy to sow | |
| Buckets of blood will help it to grow | |
| And raised on high, the fetid throne | |
| Death is fate' s master, he sits alone | |
| They say war is all we know | |
| If only that were true | |
| No matter how i work my schedule | |
| There' s always other things that i do | |
| But excuse me now, there' s a tank at the door | |
| And that slave' s head just rolled cross the floor | |
| He tries to say something and that something is puke | |
| Right about then the pigs set off a nuke | |
| War is all we know | |
| Hatred When i said i loved war, i lied | |
| It fucking sucks on the losing side | |
| And speaking of which, my face is on fire | |
| A lightning withdrawl, we quickly retire | |
| A flury of carnage, my brainpan is nicked | |
| To my unending shame, my ass just got kicked | |
| And as the shells fall in a relentless hail | |
| The fortress was gutted and we had to bail |
| zuò cí : GWAR | |
| They came from the sun | |
| From the east, from the west all around | |
| So fate' s die is cast | |
| They marshaled their forces and found us at last | |
| So it' s come to this | |
| The child is the destroyer | |
| The young god comes to slay | |
| War Son kill the father | |
| For blackness is all that i crave | |
| Shells explode across my hide | |
| Take me death, i am your slave | |
| For i don' t have soul | |
| And i don' t have a heart | |
| Come then and face me | |
| But first you must suffer my wrath | |
| Hatred of all things alive | |
| War is all we know | |
| They say war is a last resort | |
| For me it' s the only way | |
| I have tried reading their poetry | |
| It suits me better to slay | |
| All that i touch seems to break in my hands | |
| Then it just bursts into flames | |
| The piteous pleadings as innocents die | |
| Only an odor remains | |
| So burn the bitter butter | |
| Prepare the murder machines | |
| Bring me my scabbard, my halberd, my hauberk | |
| Fetch me my enchanted greaves | |
| My walls they are melting | |
| The drugs they aren' t helping | |
| Is it time for the old gods to die? | |
| To arms is the only cry | |
| Hatred of all things alive | |
| War is all we know | |
| The humans must feast on their gods | |
| We know it fucking blows | |
| Hatred is a seed that' s easy to sow | |
| Buckets of blood will help it to grow | |
| And raised on high, the fetid throne | |
| Death is fate' s master, he sits alone | |
| They say war is all we know | |
| If only that were true | |
| No matter how i work my schedule | |
| There' s always other things that i do | |
| But excuse me now, there' s a tank at the door | |
| And that slave' s head just rolled cross the floor | |
| He tries to say something and that something is puke | |
| Right about then the pigs set off a nuke | |
| War is all we know | |
| Hatred When i said i loved war, i lied | |
| It fucking sucks on the losing side | |
| And speaking of which, my face is on fire | |
| A lightning withdrawl, we quickly retire | |
| A flury of carnage, my brainpan is nicked | |
| To my unending shame, my ass just got kicked | |
| And as the shells fall in a relentless hail | |
| The fortress was gutted and we had to bail |