| Song | Death's Head |
| Artist | Slayer |
| Album | Soundtrack To The Apocalypse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hanneman | |
| Death's pointed at your head, your mind's on the trigger pull it | |
| Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
| Scene of your rage, death is not strange | |
| Blood on the walls, you stand alone satisfied | |
| I'll wake the silence in you | |
| I'll shoot the violence through you | |
| Terrified by the thought that you are all alone | |
| Paralyzed by the fact that you are not alone | |
| You're losing your mind, | |
| I'm losing control | |
| You're losing your mind, as | |
| I bury your world | |
| Oh I'll wake the silence in you | |
| I'll shoot the violence through you | |
| I can't remember yet someone always seems to die | |
| You are the reason why | |
| I became the chosen one | |
| I've got the right, | |
| God makes no sense | |
| I've got the right, | |
| I feel my back against the wall | |
| Back against the wall | |
| Death's pointed at your head | |
| Your mind's on the trigger pull it | |
| Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
| Scene of my rage, scene of my rage | |
| Death is your name, you're facing your grave | |
| I taste your tears, caress your face | |
| I watch you lie insane | |
| Dying for love, praying to die | |
| I want what's inside you | |
| Dressed in your blood | |
| You wear it well, dying because | |
| I careYour eyes are wide but you can't see | |
| Rotting my lust away | |
| I'll shoot the violence through you | |
| And I wake the parts that's dead | |
| I hate the silence in you | |
| I want what's in you head |
| zuo qu : Hanneman | |
| Death' s pointed at your head, your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
| Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
| Scene of your rage, death is not strange | |
| Blood on the walls, you stand alone satisfied | |
| I' ll wake the silence in you | |
| I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
| Terrified by the thought that you are all alone | |
| Paralyzed by the fact that you are not alone | |
| You' re losing your mind, | |
| I' m losing control | |
| You' re losing your mind, as | |
| I bury your world | |
| Oh I' ll wake the silence in you | |
| I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
| I can' t remember yet someone always seems to die | |
| You are the reason why | |
| I became the chosen one | |
| I' ve got the right, | |
| God makes no sense | |
| I' ve got the right, | |
| I feel my back against the wall | |
| Back against the wall | |
| Death' s pointed at your head | |
| Your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
| Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
| Scene of my rage, scene of my rage | |
| Death is your name, you' re facing your grave | |
| I taste your tears, caress your face | |
| I watch you lie insane | |
| Dying for love, praying to die | |
| I want what' s inside you | |
| Dressed in your blood | |
| You wear it well, dying because | |
| I careYour eyes are wide but you can' t see | |
| Rotting my lust away | |
| I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
| And I wake the parts that' s dead | |
| I hate the silence in you | |
| I want what' s in you head |
| zuò qǔ : Hanneman | |
| Death' s pointed at your head, your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
| Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
| Scene of your rage, death is not strange | |
| Blood on the walls, you stand alone satisfied | |
| I' ll wake the silence in you | |
| I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
| Terrified by the thought that you are all alone | |
| Paralyzed by the fact that you are not alone | |
| You' re losing your mind, | |
| I' m losing control | |
| You' re losing your mind, as | |
| I bury your world | |
| Oh I' ll wake the silence in you | |
| I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
| I can' t remember yet someone always seems to die | |
| You are the reason why | |
| I became the chosen one | |
| I' ve got the right, | |
| God makes no sense | |
| I' ve got the right, | |
| I feel my back against the wall | |
| Back against the wall | |
| Death' s pointed at your head | |
| Your mind' s on the trigger pull it | |
| Bludgeon bodies give up their muted horror story | |
| Scene of my rage, scene of my rage | |
| Death is your name, you' re facing your grave | |
| I taste your tears, caress your face | |
| I watch you lie insane | |
| Dying for love, praying to die | |
| I want what' s inside you | |
| Dressed in your blood | |
| You wear it well, dying because | |
| I careYour eyes are wide but you can' t see | |
| Rotting my lust away | |
| I' ll shoot the violence through you | |
| And I wake the parts that' s dead | |
| I hate the silence in you | |
| I want what' s in you head |