Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gears of War, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming VI, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Gears of War |
Emergence day emergency, thunder sounded |
And a hundred thousand locust rose up from underground |
The invasion managed to create a manic state of panic |
They did damage and it made a devestated planet |
Today was savage, the latest in a spate of clashes |
Between invader and remains of man that came from ashes |
See Marcus Fenix in Jacinto penitentiary |
Dominic Santiago enters then he sets him free |
To defend against the horde he brought all sorts of awesome weaponry |
Bring all your forces forward, your corpser’s dead to me |
Him and Dom find Kim and Carmine and together they took |
A look around for Alpha Squad to get the resonator |
A sniper snipes Carmine right in the head and later |
They catch the Cole Train and press on the accelerator |
Seeders block the transmission, nearly stopped the damn mission |
Is that the Hammer of Dawn that Dom is brandishing? |
Every soldier’s ambition is to fire one, a line of lightning |
Striking right in from the sky, you’re gone |
Look, there’s Baird and a couple of redshirts, hmm |
I wonder which one of them will be dead first? |
It can’t be Kim, can it? |
that man’s put in the legwork |
Ooh, feckin' heck, I bet his bloody head hurt! |
Now Fenix has seen this and he’s pissed in extremist |
But needs to just retreat quick lest he gets in deep shit |
It’s certainly evident he is ready to burn an effigy |
But there is a mercenary berzerker lurking in the murk of every turn you step in |
One of the perks of military work is getting to murder every enemy ever so |
cleverly |
With the heaviest weaponry |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
As the planet plummets ever further into instability |
The Gears receive a missive of massive responsibility |
To take the resonator, in the face of all futility |
And place it in the lethiaimulsion facility |
Their aim is to make it to the makeshift bunker |
The place where the stranded stay and take this junker |
The stranded Franklin says that they can take the tank |
But in exchange Cole and Baird must stay to aid the camp |
So Dom and Marcus then head off into the darkness |
They’ll probably end up carcasses, but soldier on regardless |
They watch the light and dodge the night using skill |
Co-op, cunning and guile style to fight through the kryll |
This type of thing takes balls, call it castration |
Finally they make it through the horde toward the gas station |
It’s not quite right the way they use the spotlight |
Nah, that kind of ingenuity is fricking godlike |
Turning the torch on them, burning and scorching them |
Arriving at the fort in time to support the slaughtering |
Shoot the guys that aren’t human, target neutralised |
This brutal life will leave your psyche scarred and brutalised |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
With the mining facility in literal proximity |
Their ride begins to give off signs of critical toxicity |
It’s like a syzygy between their fate and electricity |
They’re lucky the place has pedestrian accessibility |
This utility is a subterranean fortress |
So they fought hordes til they’re deader than this corpser’s corpse is |
If it’s the belly of the beast, the neck’s an elevator |
It’ll need some rennie when they detonate the resonator |
The situation’s escelating so they’d better get away |
The locust horde are gonna have to call a decorator |
Ready to let it blow, they can clear the mess up later |
But computer says «no, I couldn’t get the data» |
It’s late in the day to call up technical support |
But they’ve already put in far too much effort to abort |
But thankfully Baird appears to be somewhat prepared |
He found a map and plus just happens to have got it there |
He’s a proper COG, look at his goggles, hair, and general masculinity |
That should be bottled, yeah |
There’d be romance between us if he never had a penis |
And anyway, his sights are set on finding Adam Fenix |
One of the staff of the east barricade academy is- |
As well as being Marcus’s dad- an apparent genius |
So they start for his lab with only half of the manpower they had |
These COGs have gotta be mad |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
Humanity’s panicking there’s nobody left to save them |
But wait — the COGs are dropping from the sky inside a raven |
The finest specimens of homosapiens anatomy |
Collectively heading to the east barricade academy |
Their aim’s to get rid of an alien supremacist |
Go back to genesis but — hang on, there’s a. |
nemacyst |
It’s gone and shot them with spores, the chopper is lost |
The situation’s getting proper debauched |
It started bad enough but now it’s snowballed |
They have to battle their way back into the mansion like Toad Hall |
Which is a load more difficult than ABC |
But luckily they see an APC, but it’s DOA, see? |
This is just their luck, so Baird and Cole get to business fixing up their truck |
They need to bolt quick, as if they bust a nut and blustered right into the |
middle |
Of a clusterfuck, while this is happening there’s battling inside the mansion |
Marcus regrets bringing his work home like Bryan Cranston |
This is a right branston pickle, who’ll provide the answers? |
While the science is downloading we rely on lancers |
It’s time to pack your bags tighten up your do-rag |
A futuristic 2Pac in a feudalistic gulag |
New tactic — taking flight from the pursuit of this big Brumak |
The damage is higher than the avarage price is of a new Mac |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
Now, act five, an act of desperation |
There’s a cold train coming so they head to the station |
They never had the patience for a first class pass |
Besides, that carriage is reserved to carry the light mass |
Pulses racing, they will need to bypass the whole bloody station |
To survive upon the right track |
Marcus and Dom get on with Cole and Baird behind |
Crap, the final chapter’s not designed to happen like that! |
It’s time to strike back |
General RAAM is going down shafted like Skywalker’s right arm |
Marcus sees the train is heading straight into a ridge |
So he sets the light mass off and takes it to the bridge |
Engine, engine, general RAAM |
How do you like that light mass bomb? |
When that train goes off the track |
Sssskrak-a-rakk-a-rrrakkacratch one grub |
BOOM, shake shake shake the room |
BOOM, shake shake shake the room |
BOOM, shake shake shake the room |
Tick, tick, tick, boom |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |
BOOM! |
HOOAH! |
We are the Gears of War |
Come on and ask us what the motherfuck we’re here for! |