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Last Thoughts
06:39
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The pain, it feeds my anxiety, please don't use the knife
It lets me hope, drives me to despair, tells me I'm still alive
The pain, it numbs my perception, please don't use the hammer
I know that its not personal, but I'm scared of your quiet manner
My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead
It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead
My skull is broken, my stomach pierced, I snore through my broken nose
My thoughts are with my family, while I breath my final dose
As the yellow bag comes down on me, I realize this can't be right
Implements made to create a thing, now used to end a life
My wife, my kids, they wait for me, please don't go ahead
It makes me cry to realize, that in the end I'll be dead
Maniacs on a killing spree, sworn to leave a legacy of dread
A cruel swath of brutality, first one done, twenty still ahead
The fear is what has driven us to leave a life as prey
To choose the path of dominance, where we let the weak ones pay
The hammer blows erase our past, hatred fuels our mission
Pointedly aiming for the head, battered beyond recognition
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Baltic Tomb
03:34
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Survivors of the longest walk, crammed together in a coffin of steel
All escape routes are locked down, no room to sit down, lie or kneel
Force-marched from corpse-farms, victims of a fallacy
Scapegoats of a master race float face down in the Baltic Sea
Open season on cadaverous bodies, guilt pangs in society's womb
cannon fodder for a heinous ruse, buried in the Baltic tomb
Escaping the blaze on Cap Arcona, the grim landmark of catastrophe
Gunned down from air and aboard, struggling in the shallow sea
Reaching dry land, culled by the locals at the imminent end of the war
Decades to come will see mortal remains washed up on the shore
Baltic tomb, a final resting place - the sea bed under brackish floods
Only one last frantic attempt to eradicate with supreme contempt
Riven by hatred, some just wouldn't see the master race's bottomless depravity
A final resting place - the sea bed under brackish floods - Baltic tomb
A wretched death after years of harm, the victims of a perfidious plan
Survived inhuman pain, torture and ordeal – only to perish in blaze or swell
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Collective Carnage
04:02
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Unaware they roam the streets, innocent of evil deeds
But with bats, belts, bricks and knives, a mob ends their precious lives
The residents are in fatal error, unleashing this unfounded terror
On two blameless guys, horribly, miscalculate the quandary
Is this what we want to be? The values of society?
Police join the rampant mob, slay the brothers of Sialkot!
See your brother, limp and bleeding and his spirit slowly leaving
Just now sanguine 'bout what’s ahead, moments later beaten dead
Daily routine found welcome change, aren't god's moves sometimes strange?
Dozens join the revelry, fostering this tragedy...
Is this what we want to be? Remember who we used to be!
Civility we once had got, drowns in blood in Sialkot!
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Global Holocaust
03:25
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The long-foreboded day finally is here
Perdition of all life, unstoppable oblivion
Nothing will survive this last war on earth
Unlike anything before a fest of blood and gore
Woman versus man, man versus child
Senseless bloodshed, all-out war
Not even the strongest will survive
All the misdeeds, ever perpetrated
Now walk the earth, malevolence incarnate
Culprits will be cursed, cherubs swept away
A pristine planet Earth, at the end of days
Woman versus man, man versus child
Terminal bloodshed, all-out war
Not even the most faithful will survive
Lust-distorted faces in a heap of flesh
Drenched, twisted bodies, manifested blasphemy
Craves the graven image, ascends to rule
All creeds obliviate, embracing the confinement of evil
Heavens wrapped in flames, as gods are crucified
The angels moribund, all creation is denied
Religion has no worth, devotion meaningless
All prophets drown in guilt in this global holocaust
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Storm Of Steel
03:36
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Blackest night, no rest is found, the horror still inside my head
Outside the bunker, beyond the trench, mangled bodies in the dirt
I gaze at something a thousand yards away, when the whistle blows
The cannon blasts have finally faded, it's time we fight for our homes
Storm on to war, through blood and death and gore
The time has come for us to die
March on, no halt, this is the end of all
We will be torn up in this storm of steel
From hole to hole the death race goes, signal fires lighten up the sky
Bullets fly, mortars howl, hell has come to earth tonight
Iron beasts roar out of the darkness, smashing our hopes of victory
Behind the wall of razor wire, lies our only hope to survive
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Hand For A Bullet
06:16
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In the heart of darkness - where dignity has no worth
They own your lineage - own your life and humble you by force
The chicotte lashes down on you - leaving scars for life
Your kinswomen in captivity while Public Force mortifies
Forays of murdering henchmen - eager to fullfill it
Exaction of the bleeding wood - trading limbs for bullets
Compelled to ravish your beloved ones, in the ashes of your haven, once free
You’re wounded, battered, almost dead, and finally hung from a tree
And all this dread - in the name of the crown,
The heart of darkness, the king’s playground
Where no flowers bloom, tears of distress are shed
The skulls of the victims encircle the beds.
In the heart of darkness – A hand for a bullet
You have risen up, and let the storm break loose
Others followed, swore this would end
But voracious interests disrupted the way you choose
So you gave for a bullet your hand
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Waco's Shame
03:25
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Southern trees bear another strange fruit
A dead black body, blood on the roots
Castrated, laughed at, lynched by a mob
Flames have smothered the final sob
When death comes marching home again
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Daubed by the smell of burning flesh
Twisted mouth and bulging eyes
A fateful verdict, based on lies
When death comes marching home again
The whole town prepares to meet the man
Everyday life will be the same
But Jessies fate will stay Waco's shame
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Stench Of Corpses
06:25
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The stench of corpses fills my house,
It dominates my cognition,
An olfactoric symphony
Reminds me of my iniquity
Everyone that I ever coveted,
Paid this relation with his life,
My home is a dead-house, heavens cellar,
Here i keep my bondings alive.
In the attic hangs my beautiful daughter,
Rotting there since she was three,
Her brother, who was drowned in water,
Still waits in the balneary.
My spouse complies her uxorial duties,
Even after her sudden death,
She condones the abuse of her body,
Helpless, since her final breath.
The stench of corpses fills my house,
It dominates my cognition,
An olfactoric symphony
Reminds me of my iniquity
At night they roam along the floor,
I hear the sound of broken limbs,
I have both eyes towards my door,
And my blancket to the chin.
They surround my bed and point at me,
Here i lie, paralyzed by fear,
Killed by what once was my family,
They took revenge for my misdeeds.
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Hallowed Be Thy Name
06:38
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I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at 5 O'clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
Take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears fall but why am I crying
After all I'm not afraid of dying
Don't I believe that there never is an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Somebody cries from a cell, 'God be with you'
If there's a God then why has He let me go?
As I walk my life drifts before me
Though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away
Mark my words, believe my soul lives on
Don't worry now I have gone
Gone beyond to seek the truth, yeah, yeah
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down here is just a strange illusion
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