笨小笨Fortune and Her Wheel歌词由Aiden Malacaria演唱，出自专辑《Inferno》，下面是《Fortune and Her Wheel》完整版歌词！
Fortune and Her Wheel歌词完整版
Far beneath the weathered storm
Beyond the howling dogs
A repulsive demon of sorts
Guards the fourth.
(Hell)
He guards a nation of greed
Who’s number far exceeds
The lands above gluttony
A nation of lost souls.
You take take take
Yet you give nothing back,
So break break break
Your bones for what you lack.
The undiscerning life
That makes them foul now,
Led to eternal strife
Surrounded by mad howls.
Spin the wheel of fortune
To find the capricious nature of fate,
Now ask!
(Why do you hoard? Why do you waste?)
Il gran nemico
(Pape satan, pape satan, pape satan, aleppe)
Dreams of avarice
Will pale in comparison
To the wealth you
Lord over other souls
(Clergymen, popes, and cardinals)
You’ve become so
Unrecognizable
From your degeneracy
And what you hoard and waste.
You take take take
Yet you give nothing back
So break break break
Your bones for what you lack
Draw back in haste
Ram the stones and weights
Now strain your chests
Against enormous weights.
You take take take take take
Yet you give nothing back
Your life makes you foul
So break break break break break
Your bones for what you lack
Draw back in haste
Ram the stones and weights
(Why do you hoard? Why do you waste?)
Why do you hoard?
Why do you waste?
Why do you hoard?
(Why do you squander?)
