Megadeth – Η Ουάσιγκτον είναι η επόμενη!

Ooooooh yeah! Am kommenden Montag spielt Megadeth im Zürcher Rohstofflager und ich freu mich bereits jetzt wie irre drauf, Megadave wieder zu sehen. Übrigens wird auf dieser Tour auch der neue Gitarrist zu sehen sein, Κρις Μπρόντερικ.

Als kleine Einstimmung auf das Konzert, hier der Text und ein Videoclip zum Song «Washington is next» vom aktuellen Hammer-Album «United Abominations»:

Megadeth - Washington Is Next!

Ο ήρεμος πόλεμος ξεκίνησε με σιωπηλά όπλα
Και η νέα δουλεία είναι να κρατήσει τους ανθρώπους
Poor and stupid, «Novus Ordo Seclorus»
Πώς μπορεί να υπάρχει λογική στον βιολογικό πόλεμο;
Όλοι γνωρίζουμε ότι αυτό είναι λάθος, αλλά το New World Order's
Χτυπώντας την πόρτα, ω κάτι πρέπει να γίνει

There was a king, an evil king
Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams
An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret
Of seven years of famine, the wolf is at the door
As predicted years ago, that that was, that is, that is no more
The word predicts the future and tells the truth about the past
Of how the world leaders will hail the new Pharoah
The eighth false king to the throne, Washington is Next!

Απελευθερώστε το μυαλό τους, σαμποτάρετε την υγεία τους
Promote sex, and war, and violence in the kindergartens
Blame the parents and teachers; it’s their fault
«Annuit Coeptis»
Επίθεση στην εκκλησία δυναμική, επίθεση στην οικογένεια
Keep the public undisciplined till nothing left is sacred and
The «have-nots» get hooked and have to go to the «haves»
Just to cop a fix

I am the king, an evil king
Who dreams the wickedest of dreams
An ancient mystery, nobody could interpret
Of seven years of famine, the wolf is at the door
As predicted years ago, that that was, that is, that is no more
The word predicts my future and tells the truth about my past
Of how the world’s leaders are waiting to usher in
The eighth world power of modern Rome, Washington is Next!

Solo

There was a king, an evil king
Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams
An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret
Of seven empires falling, the wolf is at the door
As predicted years ago, that that was, that is, that is no more

I am a king and I dream the wildest dreams
And nobody could interpret
Seven empires fallen, the wolf is at my door
Ohh, that that was, that is, that is no more

Solo

There’s something at my door, some ancient mystery
The future tells the truth about the past
And I’m the eighth false king to the throne
I’ve got you in my crosshairs, now, ain’t that a bitch?
Washington, you’re next!