| 作曲 : Campagnolo, Carlo | |
| The power rips through the night | |
| Energy you just can't fight | |
| No escape from the fire | |
| Tension mounts and takes you higher | |
| Thousand there at the hour | |
| Band plays on and grasps the power | |
| Clench your fist and start to shake | |
| How much onslaught can you take? | |
| You're a G | |
| ATECRASHER, sweat beads on your head | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, blood is what you shed | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, lash society | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, it's what you want to be | |
| The speed builts intensity | |
| The metal has complexity | |
| The feel of leather, clang of chain | |
| Ears are bleeding from the pain | |
| The grind shatters time and space | |
| A glow around a broken face | |
| Enslaves your mind and very soul | |
| Seems so bold and yet so cold | |
| The lights they set the stage ablaze | |
| You're left there in a metal daze | |
| From the sound, shrapnel flies | |
| The music never seems to die | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R! |
| zuo qu : Campagnolo, Carlo | |
| The power rips through the night | |
| Energy you just can' t fight | |
| No escape from the fire | |
| Tension mounts and takes you higher | |
| Thousand there at the hour | |
| Band plays on and grasps the power | |
| Clench your fist and start to shake | |
| How much onslaught can you take? | |
| You' re a G | |
| ATECRASHER, sweat beads on your head | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, blood is what you shed | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, lash society | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, it' s what you want to be | |
| The speed builts intensity | |
| The metal has complexity | |
| The feel of leather, clang of chain | |
| Ears are bleeding from the pain | |
| The grind shatters time and space | |
| A glow around a broken face | |
| Enslaves your mind and very soul | |
| Seems so bold and yet so cold | |
| The lights they set the stage ablaze | |
| You' re left there in a metal daze | |
| From the sound, shrapnel flies | |
| The music never seems to die | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R! |
| zuò qǔ : Campagnolo, Carlo | |
| The power rips through the night | |
| Energy you just can' t fight | |
| No escape from the fire | |
| Tension mounts and takes you higher | |
| Thousand there at the hour | |
| Band plays on and grasps the power | |
| Clench your fist and start to shake | |
| How much onslaught can you take? | |
| You' re a G | |
| ATECRASHER, sweat beads on your head | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, blood is what you shed | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, lash society | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R, it' s what you want to be | |
| The speed builts intensity | |
| The metal has complexity | |
| The feel of leather, clang of chain | |
| Ears are bleeding from the pain | |
| The grind shatters time and space | |
| A glow around a broken face | |
| Enslaves your mind and very soul | |
| Seems so bold and yet so cold | |
| The lights they set the stage ablaze | |
| You' re left there in a metal daze | |
| From the sound, shrapnel flies | |
| The music never seems to die | |
| GATECRASHE | |
| R! |
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