标题:Powerslave
副标题:Solo
艺人:Iron Maiden
专辑:Powerslave
作词:Dickinson, Smith
制谱人:Paul Breijer
附注:
Thanks to, Wolf Marshall, Jimmy Brown, Ultimate Guitar, Chris Zoupa and everyone else who tabbed this song (and shared it) at one time or another!
I have tried most of them, wich through time has resulted in yet another TAB version of this great solo....
So, again, thanks to all you obsessed weirdo's out there!
音轨:
- Lead (Paul) - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Rhythm (Roeland) - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- Bass - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- Drums - 敲击乐器
- Electric Guitar - 清音电吉他 Electric Guitar (clean)
标记:InterludeSection 1Section 2Section 3Section 4Section 5Section 6 (X2)Section 7Section 8
歌词:
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of Season.
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers,
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
And the jellied brains of those who remain
to put the finger right on you.
As the Madmen play on words and make us all
dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions
to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Deamon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight
Midnight...all night...
Midnight
Midnight...all night...
Midnight...all night...
