Lyrics Megadeth - Holy Wars... The Punishment Due
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Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.
They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't
Thinkin'it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
перевод
Священные войны...лучшее наказание
Брат прикончит брата
Повсюду прольется кровь
Религиозные убийства
Чего-то я не понимаю
Глупцы вроде меня бороздят моря
Вторгаются в другие страны
В поисках баранов, за их убеждения
Ты готов убивать по команде Бога?
Раздробленное государство
Конечно, не выстоит
Прошлое стёрто, довольно позора
Довольно глупых наивных позиций
Конец близок, это чётко ясно
Часть завоевательского плана
Не показывай теперь пальцем на Израиль
Это могла быть и твоя Родина
Священные войны...
На эшафоте
Всё становится понятным,
В моём кресле наказаний
Правит удар молотка судьи
На своей импровизированной трибуне я – лидер
Который не в силах изменить мир,
В своей кафедре проповедника – я святоша
Значит могу быть посланцем Бога
Веди войну, организуя преступления
Атакуй быстро, сбрасывай вниз камни
За линией фронта
Некоторые рискуют, чтобы использовать меня
Другие живут, чтобы уничтожить
Так или иначе, они умирают
Они убили мою жену и ребенка
В надежде поработить меня
Первая ошибка... последняя ошибка
Куплены альянсом, чтобы уничтожать всех гигантов
Еще одна ошибка... Довольно ошибок!
Заткни все щели гранитом суда
Ведь то, что я не говорю о чем-то, не значит, что я не думаю об этом
А потом, ты знаешь, они запретили мне думать
Я знаю, что сказал им, и теперь должен молить о передозе
И это немилосердие убивает, убивает, убивает...
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.
They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't
Thinkin'it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
перевод
Священные войны...лучшее наказание
Брат прикончит брата
Повсюду прольется кровь
Религиозные убийства
Чего-то я не понимаю
Глупцы вроде меня бороздят моря
Вторгаются в другие страны
В поисках баранов, за их убеждения
Ты готов убивать по команде Бога?
Раздробленное государство
Конечно, не выстоит
Прошлое стёрто, довольно позора
Довольно глупых наивных позиций
Конец близок, это чётко ясно
Часть завоевательского плана
Не показывай теперь пальцем на Израиль
Это могла быть и твоя Родина
Священные войны...
На эшафоте
Всё становится понятным,
В моём кресле наказаний
Правит удар молотка судьи
На своей импровизированной трибуне я – лидер
Который не в силах изменить мир,
В своей кафедре проповедника – я святоша
Значит могу быть посланцем Бога
Веди войну, организуя преступления
Атакуй быстро, сбрасывай вниз камни
За линией фронта
Некоторые рискуют, чтобы использовать меня
Другие живут, чтобы уничтожить
Так или иначе, они умирают
Они убили мою жену и ребенка
В надежде поработить меня
Первая ошибка... последняя ошибка
Куплены альянсом, чтобы уничтожать всех гигантов
Еще одна ошибка... Довольно ошибок!
Заткни все щели гранитом суда
Ведь то, что я не говорю о чем-то, не значит, что я не думаю об этом
А потом, ты знаешь, они запретили мне думать
Я знаю, что сказал им, и теперь должен молить о передозе
И это немилосердие убивает, убивает, убивает...
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something i don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgment
Gavel's bang uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Wage war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.
They killed my wife and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake ... last mistake!
Paid by the alliance to slay all the giants
Next mistake ... no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don’t say it, I don’t mean it ain't
Thinkin'it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
transfer
Sacred wars ... better punishment
Brother will finish brother
Blood is shed everywhere.
Religious killings
I don't understand something
Fools like me plow the seas
Invade other countries
In search of sheep, for their beliefs
Are you ready to kill at the command of God?
Fragmented state
Of course, not stand
Past erased, pretty shame
Pretty silly naive positions
The end is near, it is clearly clear
Part of the conquest plan
Do not point your finger at Israel now.
It could be your homeland
Holy Wars ...
On the scaffold
Everything becomes clear
In my chair of punishment
The hammer of the judge rules
On my improvised podium I am the leader
Who is not able to change the world,
In my pulpit, the preacher - I am holy
So I can be a messenger of God
Wage war by organizing crimes
Attack fast, drop stones
Behind the front line
Some risk to use me
Others live to destroy
Somehow they die
They killed my wife and child
Hoping to enslave me
First mistake ... last mistake
Bought by an alliance to destroy all giants
Another mistake ... Enough mistakes!
Shut all the cracks in a granite court
After all, just because I'm not talking about something doesn't mean that I don't think about it.
And then, you know, they forbade me to think
I know what I said to them, and now I have to beg for overdose
And this mercy kills, kills, kills ...
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something i don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgment
Gavel's bang uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Wage war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.
They killed my wife and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake ... last mistake!
Paid by the alliance to slay all the giants
Next mistake ... no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don’t say it, I don’t mean it ain't
Thinkin'it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.
transfer
Sacred wars ... better punishment
Brother will finish brother
Blood is shed everywhere.
Religious killings
I don't understand something
Fools like me plow the seas
Invade other countries
In search of sheep, for their beliefs
Are you ready to kill at the command of God?
Fragmented state
Of course, not stand
Past erased, pretty shame
Pretty silly naive positions
The end is near, it is clearly clear
Part of the conquest plan
Do not point your finger at Israel now.
It could be your homeland
Holy Wars ...
On the scaffold
Everything becomes clear
In my chair of punishment
The hammer of the judge rules
On my improvised podium I am the leader
Who is not able to change the world,
In my pulpit, the preacher - I am holy
So I can be a messenger of God
Wage war by organizing crimes
Attack fast, drop stones
Behind the front line
Some risk to use me
Others live to destroy
Somehow they die
They killed my wife and child
Hoping to enslave me
First mistake ... last mistake
Bought by an alliance to destroy all giants
Another mistake ... Enough mistakes!
Shut all the cracks in a granite court
After all, just because I'm not talking about something doesn't mean that I don't think about it.
And then, you know, they forbade me to think
I know what I said to them, and now I have to beg for overdose
And this mercy kills, kills, kills ...