brutality, death our only rule The doctrine of true metal, gods of the old school Die by fucken Asphyx, ultra loud we slay Skinned alive you humbly beg for death
Early morning Call the roll From the barracks In the cold Weary faces Tired men All prepare to Leave the camp Growling watchdogs Snarling guards Resignated
A primitive phenomenon Unknown in theory Bursted from its quasar Erractic mystery Ouf of the supernova Comes whate no-one could suspect Invisible interior
A trader leaving harbour Farewell waving hands Set course with godspeed To far promising lands The sun is mildly shining Sails bulging in the breeze
into the gunk Vomiting from the nose As blood fills up your lungs Spitting out red dirt Thickened filth you gulp Death the desgusting way Choking in the
alloy Breathing hostility A gross violator The core of destruction Giant railwaymortar Father of all guns Terrifying arrogance Frightening his grace Huge machine, staring mean Death
[Celtic Frost cover] A pallid sun sheds dimmest glow. On mute and pallid soil. I am the one, a life long gone. A refuge raped in search of life. Like
All this abuse ad nauseam Injustice is the rule Serious avenging time With my retaliating tool Sufficient ammunition That can split a man in two I'll
outer spheres Forecasting damnation Doomsday is near Hear his words of wisdom Truthteling prophet His appearance followed by The dark cloak of death
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Cleaving, pounding forsty waves Heading for the south A three-master manned with buccaneers Scourges of the new world Recognize no law Brotherhood of
turned on the TV this evening I was disgusted by all the injustice All the injustice (Michael): All the injustice (News Man): ("A man has been brutally beaten to death
wrist Check out the smack of the scientific fist But on a level to the East I go Cause with Freedom or Death, there's no choice, you know? Still on the
shame of the cheap life, for this I'm blessed You kept on poisoning all of my days And for this brutally joking, so I bought a smile from death The others
Bleeds The Pain I Feel I Grant Thee Thoughts of Death Flew By My Mind I Kill For The Thrill Thrill Me Good Kick Me Hard Certain Death Awaits You All
The Air He Breathes He Does No Longer Grief Into The Halls of Pain Where Death Is The Only Art Welcome To Those With Their Torture Hearts Fascinated By Brutal Deaths
to level out Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen? Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens All this death
