Tradução: Gloria por la mañana. La guerra ha terminado.
the war is over all that's failed bleeding sky and earth that's shelled stand & wonder at the waste for reasons that have now escaped sprial killer
war. They started up Iwo Jima Hill, 250 men But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
: [Celtic Frost cover] After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality
war and the battle's still raging War and though both sides are waging The Victor is sure and the victory secure But till judgment we all must endure This means war
rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems Reincarnation of a slave pickin' cotton Stress beamin' down like the sun I felt rotten To the core, was at war 'cause the enemy is
war Well, they battled up Iwo Jima Hill Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived To walk back down again And after the fight was over And
drop But then somebody hits the bell, another round of shots Then came das boot, and we were nearly dead, I woke up in the morning, with a war inside
[Originally performed by Celtic Frost] After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion
The battle is over And the sands drunk the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion Circle of the Tyrants The immortality of the gods
e-is Domine cum sanctic tu-is in aeternum Qui-a pius es Requiem aeternaum dona e-is Domine Qui-a pius es Tonight the war is over Requiem aeternaum dona e-is
Music and Lyrics by Warrior, Originally performed by Celtic Frost] After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is
After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the gods Sits at their
sleep be the cousin of death Then every time I blink?s one step closer to my last breath It?s said talk is cheap, but war is expensive I speak cuz it
[Celtic Frost cover] After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of
Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war. Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, but his land is still as dry And his ghost is lying
