| Song | You Should Have Slain Me |
| Artist | Hammers of Misfortune |
| Album | The Bastard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
| To die you left me | |
| You should have slain me | |
| I stand before you | |
| Now you shall face me | |
| I am the bastard | |
| Of your carousing | |
| I am the true heir | |
| And your undoing | |
| Father your henchmen | |
| And lackeys surround me | |
| Cast not the first stone and you | |
| Shall be saved | |
| Lies! You foul wretch! | |
| For I have no heir | |
| What I do by night | |
| Is my affair! | |
| From your words | |
| It's clear that you're insane | |
| Now! For your life | |
| You must prove your claim | |
| Round the fires the Thralls | |
| Pursue their folly | |
| Prophecies and foolish tales of old | |
| Of an ax the elders tell a story | |
| When the Ax is freed from hell | |
| A single stroke shall break the spell | |
| When the Ax is free again | |
| A brutal reign shall meet its end |
| zuo qu : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
| To die you left me | |
| You should have slain me | |
| I stand before you | |
| Now you shall face me | |
| I am the bastard | |
| Of your carousing | |
| I am the true heir | |
| And your undoing | |
| Father your henchmen | |
| And lackeys surround me | |
| Cast not the first stone and you | |
| Shall be saved | |
| Lies! You foul wretch! | |
| For I have no heir | |
| What I do by night | |
| Is my affair! | |
| From your words | |
| It' s clear that you' re insane | |
| Now! For your life | |
| You must prove your claim | |
| Round the fires the Thralls | |
| Pursue their folly | |
| Prophecies and foolish tales of old | |
| Of an ax the elders tell a story | |
| When the Ax is freed from hell | |
| A single stroke shall break the spell | |
| When the Ax is free again | |
| A brutal reign shall meet its end |
| zuò qǔ : Cobbett, Scalzi | |
| To die you left me | |
| You should have slain me | |
| I stand before you | |
| Now you shall face me | |
| I am the bastard | |
| Of your carousing | |
| I am the true heir | |
| And your undoing | |
| Father your henchmen | |
| And lackeys surround me | |
| Cast not the first stone and you | |
| Shall be saved | |
| Lies! You foul wretch! | |
| For I have no heir | |
| What I do by night | |
| Is my affair! | |
| From your words | |
| It' s clear that you' re insane | |
| Now! For your life | |
| You must prove your claim | |
| Round the fires the Thralls | |
| Pursue their folly | |
| Prophecies and foolish tales of old | |
| Of an ax the elders tell a story | |
| When the Ax is freed from hell | |
| A single stroke shall break the spell | |
| When the Ax is free again | |
| A brutal reign shall meet its end |