笨小笨The Aftermath (Wasteland Symphony Pt: 3)歌词由Kardinal Sin演唱，出自专辑《S.A.L.I.G.I.A (Explicit)》，下面是《The Aftermath (Wasteland Symphony Pt: 3)》完整版歌词！
The Aftermath (Wasteland Symphony Pt: 3)歌词完整版
A thick black smoke are hiding the sun
Tumbleweeds flying on the ground
A slim layer of pale grey ash
Cover the waste and ruined trash
Barren land, creatures rush all over
Their trace cease in the dust
A sweet, burnt oily fragrance
A sinister calm and a hollow silence
Now the last song is composed
Arranged and all performed
The lyrics has been cried
By the million screaming voices as they died
Silhouettes of the runaways
Are captured by the heat
Withering in the dirty gales
As a reminder of the human fails
And the time is slowly passing by
Beneath the toxic fallout sky
And far beyond the dead horizon
Firestorms are still rising
There’s no heaven for the damned
The celestial port is slammed
No room left down in hell
Many billion souls will dwell
Just where they fell
Still the final thunder echoes in the air
A godforsaken world cry in despair
In flames we’re all erased from history
Time is up, a self made tragedy
As we wrote the wasteland symphony
A twilight of the gods yet made by man
Yet the horror was short in the final stand
This utter Holocaust is mourned by none
‘Cos even the good and the righteous are gone
In time the fires will die down
The charred world still keeps spinning around
And when the nightfall closing in
A blood moon rise to fade in sin
Now the last song is composed
Arranged and all performed
The lyrics has been cried
By the million screaming voices as they died
Still the final thunder echoes in the air
A godforsaken world cry in despair
In flames we’re all erased from history
Time is up, a self made tragedy
As we wrote the wasteland symphony
A heritage of shame
A legacy none inherit
The crown of the creation
Lost the situation
Master, master
Became the masters of destruction
A heritage of shame
A legacy none inherit
The crown of the creation
Lost the situation
Master, master
Became the masters of destruction
Still the final thunder echoes in the air
A godforsaken world cry in despair
In flames we’re all erased from history
Time is up, a self made tragedy
Welcome to the wasteland
Still the final thunder echoes in the air
A godforsaken world cry in despair
In flames we’re all erased from history
Time is up, a self made tragedy
As we wrote the wasteland symphony
