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  • 作曲 : Dave Mustaine
    Blessed Be The Dead - Megadeth (麦加蒂斯)
    A great sign appeared

    Under the stars and the moon

    Sounds of galloping horses

    On clouds of lightning and thunder

    A dark and gathering storm

    To scorch the earch for many generations

    A nuclear winter

    Worse than any cold or holy war

    A white horse on the clouds of death

    A red warhorse to end all wars

    A pale horse and pestilence led

    By a black horse with famine and scales

    The doctrine of hatred nation will rise against nation

    Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead
    A crowned rider with arrows and bow

    A red rider with a great fiery sword

    Plagues from the one colored death

    Horror and apocolypse follows

    Ride won't you four horsemen ride again

    Before this kingdom's blown to kingdome come

    Ride I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

    Blessed are the dead that they may rest

    A white horse on the clouds of death

    A red warhorse to end all wars

    A pale horse and pestilence led
    By a black horse with famine and scales

    The doctrine of hatred nation will rise against nation

    Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead

    A crowned rider with arrows and bow

    A red rider with a great fiery sword

    Plagues from the one colored death

    Horror and apocolypse follows

    Ride won't you four horsemen ride again

    Before this kingdom's blown to kingdom come

    Ride I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone

    Blessing the dead
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Dave Mustaine
    [00:00.00]Blessed Be The Dead - Megadeth (麦加蒂斯)
    [00:17.14]A great sign appeared
    [00:18.33]
    [00:20.14]Under the stars and the moon
    [00:21.83]
    [00:23.39]Sounds of galloping horses
    [00:24.83]
    [00:26.33]On clouds of lightning and thunder
    [00:28.64]
    [00:29.83]A dark and gathering storm
    [00:31.95]
    [00:33.77]To scorch the earch for many generations
    [00:36.02]
    [00:37.64]A nuclear winter
    [00:38.95]
    [00:40.08]Worse than any cold or holy war
    [00:42.45]
    [00:43.76]A white horse on the clouds of death
    [00:46.52]
    [00:47.08]A red warhorse to end all wars
    [00:49.45]
    [00:50.64]A pale horse and pestilence led
    [00:52.64]
    [00:53.39]By a black horse with famine and scales
    [00:56.71]
    [00:58.02]The doctrine of hatred nation will rise against nation
    [01:02.96]
    [01:05.95]Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead
    [01:11.90]A crowned rider with arrows and bow
    [01:13.95]
    [01:15.08]A red rider with a great fiery sword
    [01:17.64]
    [01:18.70]Plagues from the one colored death
    [01:20.77]
    [01:22.26]Horror and apocolypse follows
    [01:24.39]
    [01:25.58]Ride won't you four horsemen ride again
    [01:28.39]
    [01:29.20]Before this kingdom's blown to kingdome come
    [01:31.63]
    [01:32.21]Ride I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone
    [01:38.08]
    [01:39.02]Blessed are the dead that they may rest
    [01:40.94]
    [01:53.69]A white horse on the clouds of death
    [01:56.13]
    [01:57.12]A red warhorse to end all wars
    [01:59.69]
    [02:00.62]A pale horse and pestilence led
    [02:03.44]By a black horse with famine and scales
    [02:06.50]
    [02:08.19]The doctrine of hatred nation will rise against nation
    [02:13.60]
    [02:15.91]Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead
    [02:20.85]
    [02:21.72]A crowned rider with arrows and bow
    [02:24.22]
    [02:25.16]A red rider with a great fiery sword
    [02:27.47]
    [02:28.60]Plagues from the one colored death
    [02:31.03]
    [02:32.22]Horror and apocolypse follows
    [02:34.15]
    [02:35.41]Ride won't you four horsemen ride again
    [02:38.40]
    [02:39.16]Before this kingdom's blown to kingdom come
    [02:41.59]
    [02:42.66]Ride I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone
    [02:47.97]
    [02:48.60]Blessing the dead