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Footstep Into Oblivion
05:44
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A single shot changed the world,
Hear from afar they say.
Death created consequences,
Leaving a place in decay.
Guns aiming at their foes,
While dust is clearing away.
Who will pull the trigger,
And turn men into a prey.
Frightened, scared and not prepared,
For the world that's coming to an end!
Sudden truth kills your freedom,
Death is more than just opinion,
While the nameless soldier,
Makes a footstep into Oblivion.
Trenches left as the only home,
Sickness and famine, there's nowhere to hide.
On this hell, shelter is no more,
From the hail of bullets from the sky.
Frightened, scared and not prepared,
For the world that's coming to an end!
Sudden truth kills your freedom,
Death is more than just opinion,
While the nameless soldier,
Makes a footstep into Oblivion.
''Oh Mother, what have I done,
Freely took my gun and was left here to die.
Bodies around me, covered in blood,
I'm just a number in line, no more I could ask.
Embracing the pain, save me from the sky,
Claws of death, carving my name as I cry.
Pain and agony, no more I want to live this life,
Just end my suffering and turn me into a dust,
Turn me into a dust,
Turn me into a dust,
Turn me into a dust,
Turn me into a dust,
Turn me into a dust.''
Living this dream, nightmae is released,
Nothing has left except politicians greed!
Face the mourning mother while she cries,
Hail those who have died at Somme, Marne and Verdun!
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2. |
Burn Them All
04:15
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Feed on their screams as the pyre burns,
Enjoy the moment of justice as the table turns.
No mercy to the ones bowing to the cross,
Where is their savior now, feel no remorse.
Gathering of the masses, speak loudly of your lies,
So no one can hear little boy's helpless muted cries.
Feel the stench of religion as it's tied with ropes,
Pain takes control, grinding the pieces of their last hope.
Gasping for salvation, redemption they say,
Helpless children didn't have it, so why should they.
In the house of God, burn with all your sins,
Your crown of thorns, final cure for the religious disease.
Pitiful holy man, a monster in the shade,
How does it feel to be parished in the flames.
Hidden behind your title, fueled by your hate,
No God can save you now, eternal suffering awaits.
Turning to ash, no evil can longer be spread,
Many have died of your religion, taste the wrath by my hand.
Bathe in the agony, feed on your victims mutilated lives,
Meet the place of death, devoured by the eternal light.
Gasping for salvation, redemption they say,
Helpless children didn't have it, so why should they.
In the house of God, burn with all your sins,
Your crown of thorns, final cure for the religious disease.
Pitiful holy man, a monster in the shade,
How does it feel to be parished in the flames.
Hidden behind your title, fueled by your hate,
No God can save you now, eternal suffering awaits.
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Silent Assassin
03:36
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Hail my God, the only one and true,
In his name I will bring death of civilians and youth.
Silent I will be, hidden from the world,
As I act cowardly and cruel.
Nothing can save you from my wrath,
Just a strike of pain.
You won't even know I was there,
Preparing for attack.
Pain and agony, how could it be ?
Peaceful world, we've been deceived.
In the name of religion we've been killed,
As We for mercy plead.
Nothing can save you from my wrath,
Just a strike of pain.
You won't even know I was there,
Preparing for attack!
Silent assassin!
Killing blow!
Bringer of death!
To young and old!
Silent assassin!
Nowhere to hide!
Certain death!
As I blow myself up!
Silent assassin!
Killing blow!
Bringer of death!
To young and old!
Silent assassin!
Nowhere to hide!
Certain death!
As I blow myself up!
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4. |
Krist
03:56
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U tamnoj noci,
Pod svjetlima mraka,
Kroz tisinu prolazi,
Neka sjena laka.
Sjena njegova,
Od krvi je prljava,
Ta sjena njegova,
Ona strahove nosi.
Krist
Krist
Krist
Krist
Dusa uskrsnula,
Iz groba je izasla,
Na zemlji je ostala,
Rob smrti je postala.
Krist
Krist
Krist
Krist
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Besmrtnici
01:44
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Vani vjetar strasni puse
Iz grobova vadi preminule duse
Besmrtnici ce zakoraciti zemlju laku
Obici ce sve gradove i ulicu svaku
Zivota na zemlji vise nece biti
Nemas kud pobjec, nemas se kud skriti
Kasno je za kajanje, molitvu i plac
Gdje god se sakrio, oni ce te nac
Kraj svijeta
Propast planeta
Tama oko nas
Kucnuo je cas
Kraj svijeta
Propast planeta
Tama oko nas
Kucnuo je cas
Gospodar pakla, vrag ti pomoc nece
I svemoguci stvoritelj leda ti okrece
Propast covjecanstva nocas se dogada
Zlo se budi, majka priroda ga rada
Kraj svijeta
Propast planeta
Tama oko nas
Kucnuo je cas
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Kuga
04:11
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Dosla je iz daleke zemlje preko mora,
Zadatak joj je da unistiti ljude mora.
Cijela Europa pod zemlju je otisla,
Otkako je na njih Crna kuga sisla.
Lesevi padaju na sve strane,
Njima se hrane crne vrane.
Siri se zrakom miris smrti,
Odsustvo zivota se osjeca.
Ljudski se rod 14. stoljeca
i Crne Smrti prisjeca.
Nastala je tisina, nista se ne cuje.
Masovna grobnica nastala tu je.
Nekada cista lica bijela
Sada su trula i raspadnuta cijela.
Siri se zrakom miris smrti,
Odsustvo zivota se osjeca.
Ljudski se rod 14. stoljeca
I Crne Smrti prisjeca.
Siri se zrakom miris smrti,
odsustvo zivota se osjeca.
Ljudski se rod 14. stoljeca
i Crne Smrti prisjeca.
Kuga!
Crna!
Smrt!
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Loathsome
05:32
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A pathetic worm,
smaller than a germ,
all you do is hate,
destroy, never create.
Feeding on pain,
your dictatorial reign,
feasting on despair,
infecting the air.
You think you deserve respect,
You're nothing but an insect.
Disgusting and cruel,
You're nothing but a fool.
Festering and vile,
Always hostile,
Bringing down people,
Your stupidity is lethal.
You hate your own existance,
So you provide resistance,
But you don't realize,
Everyone sees your lies.
Everyone can see,
Your insecurities make you weak.
You should never speak,
You're nothing but a freak.
Parasitical piece of shit,
Your personality is split,
Crawl away into a hole ,
With your rotten heart and soul.
The world would be a better place,
Without your judgemental face.
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8. |
Chris Hagen
05:32
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Soon, my work of art,
Will be released.
Driven, by unberable lust,
The world is in my reach.
I see, my chance,
Through the libary window.
By playing my own attorney,
Old path, I will follow.
Let's get back, to the path of blood,
I missed the colour of it in my volkswagen ride,
The number is 30+ but who's counting,
I'm on my killing spree and no one can stop the sick mind.
Student's flesh, warm in the dead of night
Perfect satisfaction, no witness in sight.
Killing and raping, traces hidden in dirt,
In the city of Tallahassee , my place of rebirth.
Beaten victims, trembling in pain and fear,
Left them lifeless, with broken bones and empty dreams,
Decapitated heads, taking their last breath,
I am true evil, bow to the bringer of death.
Student's flesh, warm in the dead of night
Perfect satisfaction, no witness in sight.
Killing and raping, traces hidden in dirt,
In the city of Tallahassee , my place of rebirth.
Caught and convicted, for my crimes I will pay,
Masses are awaiting for my death penalty.
Electric chair, life wont be the same,
Have you met The Reaper ?
Ted Bundy's the name.
Student's flesh, warm in the dead of night
Perfect satisfaction, no witness in sight.
Killing and raping, traces hidden in dirt,
In the city of Tallahassee , my place of rebirth.
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