1. |
Controversy
01:42
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2. |
Laughter
01:24
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Judgement Raining fire
Crushing those who stand for something
Laughter in the face of death
wild animal needs putting down
Cowards endless suffering
Let them rot in the sunlight
Laughter in the face of death
Wild animal needs putting down
Suffer suffer suffer suffer
Bastards faceless tyrants
Let them burn
All For nothing
Laughter in the face of death
Wild animal needs putting down
Suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer
For what we’ve done
Suffer the tyrant
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3. |
Mercy Killing
02:20
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Mercy Killing
Demon spawned within this realm.
With only one thing the taste for blood.
Utopian dreams sold as a lie
there is only one Truth
everything dies
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy Killing
Mercy mercy mercy killing
Those who survive
Envy the dead,
Those who remain
wish it was them.
Earth dies screamingly,
relieved of all life.
Fatal wound the end is nigh
Now Like a thousand times
You bet your life
Against the final cry
For a mercy killing
What was warned
is here today
The threat to our children
it’s us who will pay.
rotting flesh
were bodies lay
A chorus of screams
for every mass grave
like a thousand times
You bet you life
Against the final cry
For a mercy killing
Those who remain envy the dead
mercy killing.
Those who remain they beg
Mercy killing
Future spawned within this realm with only one thing the taste for blood.
Utopian dreams and sold as a lie
there is only one truth that everything dies
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4. |
Nerve Agent
01:47
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Nerves Agent
Marked for death
Violent convulsions
Feel you body seizing up
Your lungs lies give out a final gasp
Consciousnes is slipping
dancing with death
Asphyxiation
Eyes crimson red
Mark for death x2
Asphyxiation
Writhe in torment
Organ failure
Nerve agent
Marked for Death
Mass Organ failure
Feel your body giving up
A Violent end your punishment
CHOKE CHOOOOOKE CHOKE
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5. |
Burning Swine
02:22
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Turned to ashes
disintegrate,
Lion and lamb
Rendered the same
All of the rats
walking like pigs
Set a fire and
watch them flee
Chorus
Endless droves of burning swine.
Endless droves of burning swine
Mortal enemy
On borrowed time
End is near
but it’s not mine
Your best weapons
Just wounds flesh
Against mobs who wish you death
All of the liars
All of the thieves
Guilty and blind
to their greed
By standers do
as bystanders must
Snitches get left in the dust
Endless
droves of burning swine
Come on you cunts
A severed head
Heat rendered flesh
Joy envy
At those who partake
Endless droves of burning swine
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6. |
Subterranean
01:48
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Deep beneath the streets
The hunt begins
Hot on pursuit
Ready to execute
Ugh
subterranean
Down to the lowest Depths
Don’t stop you ain’t finished yet
Mistaken identity
Subterranean fatality
In the city
could be anybody
Underground
traumatic Nightmare
Subterranean
Down in the depths
Don’t stop ain’t finished yet
Mistaken identity
Subterranean fatality
Down in the lowest depths
There is no forgiveness left
Just like all the rest
6 ft under
Down in the lowest depths
There is no forgiveness left
Just like all the rest
Stockwell murder
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7. |
Blistered Skin
02:01
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Cursed to carbon flesh,
Bounds to remain
A frozen corpse
Of nuclear shame
Kicking screaming
Heaven and earth
Kicking screaming
A mourning star
Forced parasite
Forced to remain
At the wound of a dying earth
Wandering a burning plain
Chorus
Hate familiar
Hate familiar consequence
A morning star
On Blistered skin
A morning star on blistered skin
Blistered skin
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8. |
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9. |
Infernal Retreat
01:51
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Infernal retreat
It’s ALL I see
The crowds and the masses
can’t live without
To Bathe in glory
Of LONG DEAD MEN
would you see them perish
trampled underfoot
You aint no better than the rest and one thinG!
your not off the hook
I feel like a runaway train
I can’t be stopped
I’m as strong as ten man
So try your luck
Would you see them perish
Trampled under foot
You ain’t no better than the rest
And one thing..
You shall be judged
It’s too late
No way out
dead and dying
are soon to meet
dead and dying dead!
Rest in peace
It’s too late
There’s nothing left
awaiting Judgement
No forgiveness now
Facing heaven
Marching backwards into hell
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10. |
Trench Demon
02:31
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Trench demon
Bone shrieker
Trench demon
Blood to be spilled
In a world addicted to warfare
Everyone gets a hit
Unleashing pure frenzy
Too the last drop
Wittness a deafening silence
When the killing stops
Machine Krieger
Trench Demon
Herds of men sent to the front lines
Machine Krieger
Reduced to mist from return fire
Machine krieger
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11. |
Inner City
03:37
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Innercity
A morbid reminder
on the city’s skyline
Can’t see justice
In this lifetime
Life means less in the city
Black moulded dwellings
Treated like a disease
Fatal symptom
Of neglect
hatchet to
pagan heads
Don’t let them try
to sweep in under the rug,
Thrown in a cell left to rot
All of the city’s corrupt to the core
The hounds of hell will have their fill
All of the city corrupt to the core
The hounds of hell will have their fill and more.
It’s likes a breeze
Scandal slips like a pig in grease]
It’s like a breeze
Don’t forget there pagan heads
Towering inferno
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