- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
- 歌手の紹介
Procol Harum
-
The Unquiet Zone
They seek us in this unquiet zone They chase us on from hole to hole They hunt us down like carrion crows They search us out like frightened moles
This surely is a dreadful war An awful waste of guts and gore An awful waste of human life This senseless, bloody, bitter strife
We huddled close against the ground Scared to make the slightest sound And all around the great guns boom The constant march of pending doom
-
|