Alison Hell Lyrics
| Song | Alison Hell |
| Artist | Annihilator |
| Album | Live at Masters of Rock |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bates, Waters | |
| Alice isn't frightening | |
| Alice aren't you scared | |
| Alice isn't is wonderful | |
| Living life afraid | |
| Don't look around the corner | |
| I might be lurking there | |
| Under the bed at night | |
| You're up till dawn again | |
| Alison hell, your mind begins to fold | |
| Alison hell, aren't you growing cold | |
| Alison hell, you are looking blue | |
| Alice in hell, what else can you do | |
| Alice | |
| I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind | |
| Crying out, you've lost your doll | |
| It isn't worth a dime | |
| Alison hell, your mind begins to fold | |
| Alison hell, aren't you growing cold | |
| Alison hell, what are you looking for | |
| Alice in hell, soon I close the door | |
| Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone | |
| No one listened to your fears, you've created me | |
| Alice isn't frightening | |
| Alice aren't you scared | |
| I was killed at birth | |
| I shoot this final scene | |
| You're in the basement | |
| You're trapped insanity | |
| Alison hell, what were you looking for | |
| Alison hell, as I close the door | |
| Alison hell, here you shall dwell | |
| Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell | |
| Alice | |
| Alice | |
| Alison | |
| Alice | |
| In Hell | |
| Goodbye | |
| W.T.Y.D. | |
| "Death seen through the eyes of the dying and a summons from the great | |
| beyond to join the masses of lapsed lives. Mystery and, sometimes, fantasy. | |
| Theory and legend. The plight of dying or the fight to freedom? A supernatural | |
| transition to a world that is known only in dreams and in death. | |
| Welcome..." | |
| Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp | |
| Born into death, will you take the risk | |
| See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin | |
| You'll never end and can never begin | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| No forest of pleasure or fields of pain | |
| High-rise at night see the pavement of stain | |
| A beckoning hand from those who were slain | |
| Now you can sleep again | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| I take the night and I stretch it wide | |
| And I see all, you hide, I died | |
| So slip right in, sip the wine | |
| The caution flashes but the water's fine | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death |
| zuo ci : Bates, Waters | |
| Alice isn' t frightening | |
| Alice aren' t you scared | |
| Alice isn' t is wonderful | |
| Living life afraid | |
| Don' t look around the corner | |
| I might be lurking there | |
| Under the bed at night | |
| You' re up till dawn again | |
| Alison hell, your mind begins to fold | |
| Alison hell, aren' t you growing cold | |
| Alison hell, you are looking blue | |
| Alice in hell, what else can you do | |
| Alice | |
| I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind | |
| Crying out, you' ve lost your doll | |
| It isn' t worth a dime | |
| Alison hell, your mind begins to fold | |
| Alison hell, aren' t you growing cold | |
| Alison hell, what are you looking for | |
| Alice in hell, soon I close the door | |
| Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone | |
| No one listened to your fears, you' ve created me | |
| Alice isn' t frightening | |
| Alice aren' t you scared | |
| I was killed at birth | |
| I shoot this final scene | |
| You' re in the basement | |
| You' re trapped insanity | |
| Alison hell, what were you looking for | |
| Alison hell, as I close the door | |
| Alison hell, here you shall dwell | |
| Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell | |
| Alice | |
| Alice | |
| Alison | |
| Alice | |
| In Hell | |
| Goodbye | |
| W. T. Y. D. | |
| " Death seen through the eyes of the dying and a summons from the great | |
| beyond to join the masses of lapsed lives. Mystery and, sometimes, fantasy. | |
| Theory and legend. The plight of dying or the fight to freedom? A supernatural | |
| transition to a world that is known only in dreams and in death. | |
| Welcome..." | |
| Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp | |
| Born into death, will you take the risk | |
| See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin | |
| You' ll never end and can never begin | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| No forest of pleasure or fields of pain | |
| Highrise at night see the pavement of stain | |
| A beckoning hand from those who were slain | |
| Now you can sleep again | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| I take the night and I stretch it wide | |
| And I see all, you hide, I died | |
| So slip right in, sip the wine | |
| The caution flashes but the water' s fine | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death |
| zuò cí : Bates, Waters | |
| Alice isn' t frightening | |
| Alice aren' t you scared | |
| Alice isn' t is wonderful | |
| Living life afraid | |
| Don' t look around the corner | |
| I might be lurking there | |
| Under the bed at night | |
| You' re up till dawn again | |
| Alison hell, your mind begins to fold | |
| Alison hell, aren' t you growing cold | |
| Alison hell, you are looking blue | |
| Alice in hell, what else can you do | |
| Alice | |
| I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind | |
| Crying out, you' ve lost your doll | |
| It isn' t worth a dime | |
| Alison hell, your mind begins to fold | |
| Alison hell, aren' t you growing cold | |
| Alison hell, what are you looking for | |
| Alice in hell, soon I close the door | |
| Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone | |
| No one listened to your fears, you' ve created me | |
| Alice isn' t frightening | |
| Alice aren' t you scared | |
| I was killed at birth | |
| I shoot this final scene | |
| You' re in the basement | |
| You' re trapped insanity | |
| Alison hell, what were you looking for | |
| Alison hell, as I close the door | |
| Alison hell, here you shall dwell | |
| Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell | |
| Alice | |
| Alice | |
| Alison | |
| Alice | |
| In Hell | |
| Goodbye | |
| W. T. Y. D. | |
| " Death seen through the eyes of the dying and a summons from the great | |
| beyond to join the masses of lapsed lives. Mystery and, sometimes, fantasy. | |
| Theory and legend. The plight of dying or the fight to freedom? A supernatural | |
| transition to a world that is known only in dreams and in death. | |
| Welcome..." | |
| Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp | |
| Born into death, will you take the risk | |
| See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin | |
| You' ll never end and can never begin | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| No forest of pleasure or fields of pain | |
| Highrise at night see the pavement of stain | |
| A beckoning hand from those who were slain | |
| Now you can sleep again | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| I take the night and I stretch it wide | |
| And I see all, you hide, I died | |
| So slip right in, sip the wine | |
| The caution flashes but the water' s fine | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death | |
| Welcome to your death |
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