标题:2 minutes to midnight
标签:总谱
艺人:iron maiden
作词:Dickinson, Smith
制谱人:sean reilly
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 189
音轨:
- bruce dickinson - 合成主音2（锯齿波） Lead 2 (sawtooth)
- dave murray - 高音刷音 Scratch 2
- adrian smith - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
- steve harris - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- nicko mc brain - 敲击乐器
注释:Vocals enterChorusP.M.P.M.P.M.P.M. rakeSlideslideslideSlideSlidePick Scrapes12 Harmonic Natural + Wide Vibrato , hammer-on 12Tremolo Pickingpick scrapespick scrapesSlideslideslide
标记:introemail me atriffreilly@eircom.netcurlyguitaristwhole bandverseinterchorusbridgeverseinterchorusdave murray solo 1adrian smith solo 2bit after soloslow leadbuild upbuilt upmain riffverseinterchorus"midnight"outro
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...
