Razors edge Outlines the dead Incisions in my head Anticipation, the stimulation To kill the exhilaration Close your eyes Look deep in your soul Step
Join in my quest to leave life overturned Spanning the world wave of doom Spewing out death with the evil I've churned Awaken the dead from their tomb
Gun down cold on a raw deal Home turf my battlefield In no ones way caught in a crossfire Stray bullets can kill Expendable youths fighting for possession
Peaceful confrontation meet war machine Seizing all civil liberties Honest ballotation among banshee Spilling blood throughout society You cannot hide
High velocity bullet at close range Can damage the mind Shattering the skull, shredding the brain Severing the spine Bury a round of lead in the chest
Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining by the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive
Welcome to my world Involve yourself within my dream Experience a life Just like your mind thought not to be Take a look through time As past or present
I've waited for you to come, I've been here all alone Now that you've arrived please stay a while I promise I wont keep you long, I'll keep you forever
Minutes seem like days Since the fire ruled the sky The rich became the beggar And the fool became the wise Memories linger in my brain Burning from
Have you ever felt the need To see more than you can see Look into uncertainty Reflections of treachery Would you leave the world behind Endless life
[Hanneman/Araya] Razors edge Outlines the dead Incisions in my head Anticipation the stimulation To kill the exhilaration [CHORUS] Close your eyes Look
ترجمة: القاتل. مواسم في الهاوية.
: [SLAYER - 1990 - "Seasons In The Abyss"] [Music: Hanneman / Lyrics: Araya] Razors edge Outlines the dead Incisions in my head Anticipation the stimulation
: [Hanneman/Araya] Peaceful confrontation meet war machine Seizing all civil liberties Honest ballotation among banshee Spilling blood throughout humanity
: [Hanneman/Araya] Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason
: [Hanneman/Araya] Graze the skin with my finger tips The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means Provocative images delicate features so smooth
: [King/Araya] Gun down cold on a raw deal Home turf my battlefield In no one's way caught in a crossfire Stray bullets can kill [CHORUS] Expendable
: [Kerry King] Have you ever felt the need To see more than you can see Look into uncertainty Reflections of treachery Would you leave the world behind
