标题:"Slaughterhouse"
艺人:Malevolent Creation
专辑:Invidious Dominion
制谱人:Nosferatu Delomelanicon a.k.a. hell5ing
附注:
Note: This song is played in C#, but I simply prefer to
play it on my seven-string guitar with regular tuning.
This is my first tab ever therefore this tab isn't 100%
accurate!
There's a video on YouTube that helped me
enormously: http://www.youtube.com/watch?
v=yd9m5HxEm1c
Corrections are greatly appreciated!!!
hell5ing@gmx.at
节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 120
注释:3rd repetition with a slight variation at the end!2nd repetition with a slight variation at the end!3rd repetition with a slight variation at the end!2nd repetition with a slight variation at the end!2nd repetition with a slight variation at the end!2nd repetition with a slight variation at the end!
标记:Riff 1Riff 2Riff 1Riff 3Riff 2Riff 1Riff 3Riff 4Riff 5Riff 5 VariationRiff 1Riff 3Ending
歌词:
Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through
Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new
Become his hideous art, watching yourself die
You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high
Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move
The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues
He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh
One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh
Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones
Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans
All you are to him in livestock in the yard
Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts
Entering now into his slaughter house
Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
Entering now into his slaughter house
Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move
The parting of your skin, precise butchering ensues
He will not let you die, prefers ripe and fresh
One cut at a time, the taste of still warm flesh
Into a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through
Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new
Become his hideous art, watching yourself die
You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high
Entering now into his slaughter house
Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
Gleaming of his blade reflecting in his eyes
Gutted and fileted, another animal dies
Hands like a surgeon, mouth is like a pig
Carves up his dinner, from your supple skin
Cutless for his plate, sucking marrow from your bones
Drawing back his blade, ignoring screams and groans
All you are to him in livestock in the yard
Butchered and prepared, all your delicious parts
Entering now into his slaughter house
Incensed by blood, serving the butchers crown
