标题:2 Minutes To Midnight
标签:
总谱
艺人:Iron Maiden
专辑:Powerslave
作词:Dickinson, Smith
作曲:Adrian Smith and Bruce Dickinson
附注:
News features:
Marker added
Tempo corrected new track structure
Band member's name
Ready to play live (no double track of te same
guitar/artist)
Please comment!
节拍:
♩ = 188
注释:Here the band kicks in.. This beat rocksVocals enter1st change of time.. half timeChorusat the beginnig may seem hardbut it磗 easy to catch the beatsI love this bars, the bassline rocks2nd Vocals2nd change, check for the timingChorus1st Guitar Solo2nd Guitar SoloThis sounds great, the band startsto build a changeTry to make some sttacatosso the notes doesn磘 sound that longVocalsHalf timeChorusTo Enda fucking great ending!!!!!Bend Pull OffP.M.P.M.P.M.P.M.12 Harmonic Natural + Wide Vibrato , hammer-on 12Tremolo Pickingpick scrapespick scrapesSlideslideslideSlideSlidePick Scrapes rakeSlideslideslide
标记:IntroVerse RiffVersePre-ChorusChorusMain RiffVerse 2Pre-Chorus 2Chorus 2Guitar Solo 1Guitar Solo 2InterludeMain Riff 2Verse 3Pre-Chorus 3Chorus 3Out-Chorus
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...
