笨小笨Jah Bless Deathmetal歌词由Sunscream演唱，出自专辑《Lotion of the Ocean (Explicit)》，下面是《Jah Bless Deathmetal》完整版歌词！
Jah Bless Deathmetal歌词完整版
In d depths ah d cold, a fire still burns.
A Rasta man walk where d north wind turns.
From d sun to d snow, his journey begin.
From d warmth ah d sun to d cold Nordic skies,
Rastaman journey, where d eagle flies.
Found in d frost, now he feelin new,
Metal and dreadlocks, an irie beat you neva knew.
Hear d lion roar, feel d guitar scream,
When you join two worlds, don't forget to wear sunscream.
Jah bless deathmetal, with a Rasta's touch,
In d icy lands, where di cold winds rush.
Rastaman chant, tru di darkness calls,
Jah’s fire melts di frost, as di curtain falls
He sings of freedom, he sings of strife,
Under di aurora, he praises life.
D pulse of d bass, the beat ah d drum,
A cultural fusion, now it time fi bun.
"From d island breeze!"
"To d icy freeze!"
"Where di night never ends!"
"And di dark descends!"
Jah bless deathmetal, with a Rasta's touch,
In d icy lands, where d cold winds rush.
Rastaman chant, tru d darkness calls,
Jah’s fire melts d frost, as d curtain falls
A fire from within, melting ice with every spin.
The sound of the north, entwined with the rhythm of the south.
Together, creating a storm, a musical form, with every note born.
So let di guitar wail, let di darkness sail,
Rastaman's tale, tru di storm prevails.
In every chord, a story's told,
Of unity and courage, be bold.
Jah bless deathmetal, wit a Rasta's touch,
In di icy lands, where d cold winds rush.
Rastaman chant, tru d darkness calls,
Jah’s fire melts d frost, as d curtain falls
A fire from within, melting ice with every spin.
The sound of the north, entwined with the rhythm of the south.
Together, creating a storm with every note born.
So let di guitar wail, let di darkness sail,
Rastaman's tale, tru di storm prevails.
In every chord, a story's told,
Of unity and courage, be bold.
Jah bless deathmetal,
Of unity and courage, be bold!
Jah bless deathmetal, wit a Rasta's touch,
In di icy lands, where d cold winds rush.
Rastaman chant, tru d darkness calls,
Jah’s fire melts d frost, as d curtain falls.
