| Song | Sacred Hell |
| Artist | Edguy |
| Album | Savage Poetry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sammet | |
| Ravens in the air, noone in the streets | |
| Seems like the fiend he must be back | |
| Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar | |
| Love has just started to crack - ow | |
| Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain | |
| Envy is driving our hate | |
| Everything out there is mad and confused | |
| Till we'll be able to seal each others fate | |
| Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill | |
| We don't realize we've been given our own | |
| ****in' will, like animals humans don't think | |
| Don't look for a reason, we hate no style | |
| We put the blame on the demon | |
| Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
| There is nothing but names on the wall | |
| You can be free, you can reach tomorrow | |
| Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
| So the fend must be back on our ball | |
| Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows | |
| No lucid intervals, no people who guide | |
| But a 1000 | |
| Masters of disguise | |
| Eternal damnation 'cause humans they hide | |
| They think that satan shall rise |
| zuo qu : Sammet | |
| Ravens in the air, noone in the streets | |
| Seems like the fiend he must be back | |
| Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar | |
| Love has just started to crack ow | |
| Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain | |
| Envy is driving our hate | |
| Everything out there is mad and confused | |
| Till we' ll be able to seal each others fate | |
| Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill | |
| We don' t realize we' ve been given our own | |
| in' will, like animals humans don' t think | |
| Don' t look for a reason, we hate no style | |
| We put the blame on the demon | |
| Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
| There is nothing but names on the wall | |
| You can be free, you can reach tomorrow | |
| Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
| So the fend must be back on our ball | |
| Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows | |
| No lucid intervals, no people who guide | |
| But a 1000 | |
| Masters of disguise | |
| Eternal damnation ' cause humans they hide | |
| They think that satan shall rise |
| zuò qǔ : Sammet | |
| Ravens in the air, noone in the streets | |
| Seems like the fiend he must be back | |
| Riding on his horse but also flying in the iar | |
| Love has just started to crack ow | |
| Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain | |
| Envy is driving our hate | |
| Everything out there is mad and confused | |
| Till we' ll be able to seal each others fate | |
| Staring through eyes of hate and able to kill | |
| We don' t realize we' ve been given our own | |
| in' will, like animals humans don' t think | |
| Don' t look for a reason, we hate no style | |
| We put the blame on the demon | |
| Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
| There is nothing but names on the wall | |
| You can be free, you can reach tomorrow | |
| Sacred hell, sacred hell | |
| So the fend must be back on our ball | |
| Lose all your sins, lose all your sorrows | |
| No lucid intervals, no people who guide | |
| But a 1000 | |
| Masters of disguise | |
| Eternal damnation ' cause humans they hide | |
| They think that satan shall rise |