
歌手:Volbeat
时间:2025-06-06
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In the Barn of the Goat Giving Birth to Satan’s Spawn in a Dying World of Doom - Volbeat
Lyrics by:Michael Poulsen
Composed by:Michael Poulsen
Produced by:Jacob Hansen/Michael Poulsen
Coughing on the ground like an old used automobile
I saw the light of time the sun was burning fields
And when the angels fall banished from the sky
I lace my dirty boots and drag the wagon for a ride
I walk the night
I walk the night
Pounding sweat the fever cheats the creepy mind
Pleading agony from the wagon's plague of Christ
Chanting masquerade the crooked souls on fire
Into the circles and raise your glass of wine
I walk the line
I walk the night
I am the night
Baby we're going out in the barn tonight
Put on your silky dress I got a bloody appetite
A day for the masses they call it reborn
By the power of thunder the 'cross
Will hit the ground
So baby you saw the burning fields as I
Baby see the black moon rise above
A blood red sky that feats the calling
Of the horned one
The white gates of heaven will turn to dust
The wagon with angels will be fed for the one
So baby open up your pretty eyes
In the barn of the goat
Giving birth to Satan's spawn
In a dying world of doom