Bathory - Krom

Augsburg eagle 109
Mottled battle dress
Lifting-off climbing up high
Der scwarm lined up abreast

Cutting through the ice cold air
On wings burdened with fuel and led
I'll fly and fight my rest will come
At wars end or when I am dead

The word Frei Jagd is given
Arm your guns and set the trim
Watch out for the escort
Now let the hunt begin

Where eagles fly eternal sky
The battlefield up high
Twist and strike my mount of knights
My faithful Augsburg eagle 109

White contrails across the sky
Target sighted 2'o clock high
Steadily on giant wings in a box formation
Now the killing begins

I comence a run-in from astern
Six barrel's of mind sound
Trailing smoke the bomber tuble
Spinning nose down first towards the ground

Out of ammunition
Low on fuel I break away
To whell down refuel and rearm
To intercept their second wave

Hanging by your prop I climb
Again in the sky
Way above those blooded fields
My faithful Augsburg eagle 109 Открыть страницу с текстом

Blood Blood Blood

Voltures soaring high above me waiting to descend
To sink their claws into my fucking flesh and to rip myself apart
Leeches slimy creatures drain me bone dry and leave me to die
On my knees and sliced to pieces badly beaten cut and bleeding

It's not for you that I'm bleeding
It's not for you that I'm bleeding
It's not for you that I'm bleeding
It's not for you it's not for you that I bleed

Swollen the vein your pleasure my pain
The blade to the skin and the sapping begins
So powerful red and soon I'll be dead
The smell makes you high and blood is life

Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin'

Break my fucking bones and squeeze my head you want me dead
Crush my fingers tear my flesh leave me laying waiting for death
Parasiting vermin biting ugly features faceless creatures
Rob me of my very soul and try to push me down your hole

It's not for you that I'm bleeding
It's not for you that I'm bleeding
It's not for you that I'm bleeding
It's not for you it's not for you that I bleed

Swollen the vein your pleasure my pain
The blade to the skin and the sapping begins
So powerful red and soon I'll be dead
The smell makes you high and blood is life

Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin' Bleedin'

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Finally the purifying storm
First we die then be reborn
So flock the banner of The Return now fight and die
Many head serpent is here at our side

Wagnerian end the grand finale is here
Awash with red blood rebirth is near
Feel wind of Mayhem against your face
Bugle divine can be heard throughout space

If in the heat of battle you will have doubt
Just kill them all and let their God sort them out
The tales of this day will replace tomorrows weep
For when thou wind doth saw then storm thou shall reap

On the final day

The angel heart lies cold Under The Sign
And crimson still the frozen Blood On Ice
Drawn on walls in blood of goats the Octagon
The vagrant souls will chant the Requiem until the Twilight is long gone

Suck the leaves of otherness and lie down with the faces goddess
Eat from her rotten flesh there is no life before death
Now the sky is crimson with blood of angels
Kneel before the voice face the anger of God

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Wright Cyclone thunder coming closer mid day time
From thirty thousand feet the 452 Group in clear sky
Beholds the city laid out like a carpet drown below
Still the fires from last nights attack among the rubble glows

Black puffs the anti-aircraft guns has come alive
As the mighty eight approaches high up in the sky

Death From Above

From the bellies of the flying fortresses in olive drab
Hells fire pouring down upon the earth
Incendiary high explosives falling through the sky
To detonate at ground level to enflame to kill to burn

Bombs away heading west 452 Group returns to base
All land below engulfed in smoke the city is ablaze

Death From Above

Again at night the roar of engines in the dark above
The Merlin rumble now 514 Sqadron has arrived
With bellies full of daeth and bomb doors open wide
To destroy what 542 Group may have left behind

The pathfinders unloads a colour full veil glow so bright
And the rubble city down below burn throughout the night

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A flash like the birth of a sun
A pillar of virgin fire
Now glowing a ruby cloud
The finger of death reaching higher

Radiant dust a chimney rise
Desert floor dissolved wide ablaze
Golden plum against the midnight sky
Burning eyes in death clouds ashgrey face

I have harnessed the stars
Now unleashed upon the earth
I am become death
The Destroyer Of Worlds

Encased in lead and steel
The end and infinity
The eight moon the sixth day the year death
The heatwave to grasp and consume your last breath

Brought high on R marked silver wing
Afar in cold thin morning air
Below as the day begins
The burning eyes in deaths face greedily stares

I have harnessed the stars
Now unleashed upon the earth
I am become death
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Industrialised abortions
The organs lined up on the shelves
Coloured pills guaranteed to keep you at peace
With your pitiful fucking selves

So full of nothing behind the closed doors
Of your very own misery
You're getting your share of weird fucking pleasure
Watching humiliation TV

You're all fucking nothing but bricks on a board
Pawns in a game moved and owned by faceless high lords
Useful a cog in the moneymachine
Disposable sellable obedient slaves to extort industry

That's why you Kill
Why you want to Kill
Why you should Kill
And so you Kill

Beauty pageants for the five year old
Pay-per-view Christ for your souls
The lottery of mammon will provide for you
When you are back broken useless and old

But once you are dead and they'll showed
You into the forgiving flames
They'll refer to you only by a social security number
And not your name

Life is no welfare circus you're all born to work and to give
Do not even dare to believe in an alternative way which to live
So shut up and swallow the pain that keeps eating you up from inside
And continue to timely pay your fucking taxes until you all fucking dies

That's why you Kill
Why you want to Kill
Why you should Kill
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Waxed up, shining fat and clean
Double big shot pipes from hell
Air cleaner cover gleam
A vibe you can not buy or sell

The sparks ignite the oxygen and fuel blend
Gentle right-hand turn
Listen to the sound of thunder
All 666 cubic inches burn

Fringes leather pistons throbbing
Mighty thunder now unleashed
The pipes begin to glow still I'm too slow
I throttle-up my beast

I'm freeway mad, I'm speed freak glad
I smile against the wind I fly
A shooting star the road is far
I ride to live, I live to ride

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Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient
For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire

Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire

Blood money, for thirty pieces of silver
You shall buy yourself the time

The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair
Succumb to your own passion, recieve the garland made from angel's hair
Crown yourself, the thorns will cut you, bleed your majesty
But by dawn it will all satisfy no more, dethrones you weep
Dumped along the shore of lake of fire

Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire

So you've been left in chains to rot away in your own stinking rest
You'll hang till death in your own entrails

What you're gonna do, peasants with nukes
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Youngsters prostitute themselves
It's all part of the game
Walking up and down the pavements
That bears both stars and names

Automatic fire
Sacred amendment guarantees
To kill or be killed is your own business
So fire as you please

Liberty & Justice

Crack the substitute for new highs
The hooker and the gunman
Barely more than a fucking child

And up the fucking hills
Silicon mummies by their pools
Sips their fucking drinks
And smile over their preserved youths

Liberty & Justice

I pledge allegiance in God we trust
Down the hood and up Wall Street
From the church and trough the school rooms
The decieve is but complete

Mr. Smith and family sits still
And pray over their fucking apple pie
And down the ghetto the law enforcement
Accidentally guns down another child

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When I'm gone and my time had come to shut these eyes of mine
No stones must be erected I will leave but ash behind
Tell no tales about me when you gather around your fire
I'll be one with mother earth not dining in no hall up high

I have no master I swear no oath
The gods may pass me by
I steer the horse I choose to mount
When the storm draws near and the blood rain from the sky

One life hardly a notch made in the bark of tree of time
One death hardly a drop of blood on the reapers shiny scythe
I take not a thing with me where I will go on the day I die
When my star has ceased to shine, but in a shallow hole I'll lie I'll lie

Nobody died for my sins
No faith tied to my name
The path I choose to walk is mine
When the clouds turn red and the horizon as in flames

My blood my heart my soul my hands my feet
My hair and eyes my head my lips and teeth
My arms my legs my cock my choice and life
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Death once walked this relic land
He came while all would sleep
Death held up his bony hand
And with it death did sweep
Across all land and water
With one gesture he did take
The lives of all man woman child
And deafening silence followed in his wake

Like stub before a shiny blade
All man fell by his scythe
Once the fever got you in its grasp
There is but one more day left of your life

Black Death
Pestilence
Black Death
Pestilence

The Lord has all forsaken
All must cleanse themsleves from sin
Then rid oneself from lust
And take the holy spirit in
To redeem your pity selves
You all must flog your filth away
With nightfall cometh the shadows
Gather all the children of the Lord and pray

The shadow heavy upon this land
And still the stale air sway
In great numbers all around
The fallen lie as they fell to rot away

Black Death
Pestilence
Black Death
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(1st period)

Shiny ice intensive eyes it's play-off time again
Chew that gum and clutch that stick it's done to one last game
Three times twenty minutes full of blood and sweat and pain
Two teams left to battle and only one cup to claim

Wrestling in the crease score denied the period is coming to an end
Touch our goalie one more time and I swear you'll never rise again

First intermission

(2nd period)

High stick you right between the eyes you yank me in the face
It's kill or be killed them or us keep up the pace
Your legs all numb you gasp for air and still the game is tied
Get those laced up stinkfeet movin'you're sure you're gonna die

If so far you think this was as close you've been to hell
I suggest you better wait 'til the third period to tell

Second intermission

(3rd period)

Pass you 'long the boards 667 on my back
Better close those pads or I will rearrange your crack
Loose puck in the mid zone and I'm crossing the red line
Shot deflected and it looks like overtime

I'll mish you 'gainst the plexi the end zone will be your grave
Try now to rise you bastard your blood warm on my blades

Third intermission

OT

Hammered to the ice
Defeat is in your eyes
Out of blood and no more breath
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Patricia Lutz, aged 20, Baltimore, Maryland
Hollywood bound in 1983
Leaving trashed marriage behind, budding happy full of life
The city of sun and sin, the journey to hell begins

Robin D Waters impersonator of the homed one
Cloaked in black, shaved head, ringleader of misguided youths
Community of misfits surrogate family
Drugs and mindgames at St. Griffith Park Observatory

He had made his choice, Patricia was the one
He took her by her hand and led her down
His private hell, caught in his command
Patricia Lutz took death by its cold hand

She would give him a son, the child of Satan
She now had shaved her young head clean
His offspring growing for each day
In the womb of Patricia his darkness queen

Angel dusted flashed-out wedding
Midnight hour, black magic shop
One hundred black candles lit
By his hand the hour glass would stop

Psycho power, thought control
At day time waitress down the coffee place
The letters home but millions of riddles
At night time she'd prostitute herself

Acid hell more money craves
The hold up fails, the misfits flee
Refuse to be their federate slaves
It's time to fulfill their destiny

St. Griffith Park Observatory
Midnight hour, a psychos last stand
The world is for fools and hell is awaiting
A shiny .38 in a fragile woman's hand

Just one shot, it's all so easy
All will be well just aim at the head
Look into the eyes, the eyes of eachother
Just press that trigger and you're dead

Six years would pass, a Sunday came
Sun bleached skulls laid to rest
Patricia
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