Chinese translation of 13 songs by nightwish imaginaerum

Chinese translation:

For whom the gun tolls.

For whom the prey sobs.

Bow your head in a war.

Call it religion.

Some wounds never heal.

Some tears never change.

Dry for meanness. Cry, for humanity.

Even crying to death - their only consolation.

Kill your friends, I don't mind.

The children of Lanyu stared at each other with a lust for profit.

Need to understand. There is no need to forgive.

There is no truth that is meaningless to be followed on the left side.

Faced with this unbearable fear of such meetings, an old friend"

When I died, poor people's teammates, what did you make me do to me! "

One million religions in this world pray to everyone in the same way"

Your prayers are in vain, and it will all be more than sooner"

Daddy save me, save me from the place, by your side" ！

Without God, our creed is, but to ourselves"

Not a hero, unless you die, we planted, cannibalistic wounded Trinity"

Drunk, with blood your victim.

I think it's a pity for you - you want pain, you get dazed, and after you become famous, a deadly game"

The stilt family is impeccable with you" ！

A good womb he infects a bad son.... …"

Cursing, God, why?

Fall, for every lie.

Survivor guilt.

In our forever.

15 candles. redeemers of this world.

Dwelling in hypocrisy: how we have to know"

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Chinese translation: for whom the gun toll.

For whom the prey sobs.

Bow your head in a war.

Call it religion.

Some wounds never heal.

Some tears never change.

Dry for meanness. Cry, for Li Ze human.

Even crying to death. Their only consolation.

Kill your friends, I don't mind.

The children of Lanyu stared at each other with a lust for profit.

Need to understand. There is no need to forgive.

There is no true cong auspiciousness, and there is no point in the left side to follow.

Faced with this unbearable fear of such meetings, an old friend"

When I died, poor people's teammates, what did you make me do to me! "

One million religions in this world pray to everyone in the same way"

Your prayers are in vain, and it will all be more than sooner"

Daddy save me, save me from the place, by your side" ！

Without God, our creed is, but to ourselves"

Not a hero, unless you die, we planted, cannibalistic wounded Trinity"

Drunk which Zheng Peng, with the blood of your victims.

I think it's a pity for you - you want pain, you get dazed, and after you become famous, a deadly game"

The stilt family is impeccable with you" ！

A good womb he infects a bad son.... …

Cursing, God, why?

Fall, for every lie.

Survivor guilt.

In our forever.

15 candles. redeemers of this world.

Dwelling in hypocrisy: how we have to know"

o(∩_o...