Wrath of God

By my hand you will burn, lightning bolt will strike your soul. By my land you will fall, fireball to kill them all. To kill them all.

Swamp!!!

Stone rain bury the swamp. Trample the earth, quake, rush, haste, fear the savior.

The last turn is on, everything that was once is gone. Only soldiers.

From the plains, will come the Wrath of God. From the plains,wWill come Wrath of God.

Ashes remain.  New life will rise. The darkness  will come, stronger to conquer. It’s all or nothing, there’s no avail. It doesn’t matter, the game is over.

Hanging by a Thread

Now that we have our hands on you, we dedicate our lives to make you suffer. Nothing you can say will change our mind, judge, jury and executioner. Everything we think that you deserve, pain, torture for salvation.

Yes we know, those handcuffs are too tight. As of now you are stripped out of your rights. To become part of a process, of intimidation and corruption.

To make you say the things we want to hear. We made an effort to keep you in fear. The autority of opression, has finally spoken.

We send you to the gallows.

Hanging by a thread, to choke on rust and lead. Hanging by a thread, think of what we said. Hanging by a thread.

Die for war crimes!

Hanging by a thread.  Hanging by a thread.  When the verdict fell, hanging by a thread.

Breakdown, panic attack. If you move, we shoot you in the back. Face the end, dig your own grave. Now, you past away.

Open Scar

The time as come today, to face your demons. A stare as here to stay, for good reasons. Life’s been good so far, now it’s time to pay. But in the way you are, they’ll never walk away.

Come closer, hear them whisper. The sound of truth is hard to bare, the smell of death is in the air.

It’s getting hard to breath, it’s getting hard to see. You can feel that the worst is yet to come. The room is spinning around, the walls are falling down. You are not alone, the death is in your head.

I see their faces, I see their tears. Face to face with fear, the deads are here. Ear them calling out my name. To make me want to die insane. Face to face with fear, the deads are here.

This moment was chosen to take a trip in your head. We brought you here to face to face of what you fear. When this is over, you will remember. That we are program to suffer.

Stand up and stare, through the eyes of the death. Stand up and stare, throught the eyes of the dead.

The ghost’s figure dissapear, reality is coming clear. This was just a dream but things all never what they seem.

Life will be as it was before but it will leave an open scar.

Faces of Death

Brutal awakening, screaming my pain. Strapped here, locked in, struggling in vain. The doctor, the motherfucker. Stuck here to suffer, slowly dismember.

There’s a way to pick your destiny, there’s a way to die. This will end your misery, kiss your ass goodbye!

Strapped in my dead bed, with needles in veins. Waiting for chemicals to slow down the brain. The Father, the lawyer, the executioner, will be there to make sure you blow your last whisper.

Left on the field to bleed in the rain. Armless, legless, beg for the end. The soldier, the conqueror, the mercy killer. Stabbing survivors, war is murder.

Faces of Death!

We have what it takes to satisfy your death. The contract is fair, the moment is set. The weaver is signed, there’s no turning back, lay down in your casket, sign next to the X.

You’re fucking next.

Bullet in my Hand

Staring at the enemy. The blind is killing me. I can read your mind, I fear what I am.

The war horn has called, I’m coming back. One weapon, one shot, my chance to win the fight.

You’re under the gun. This is a killer one. Don’t count on your God, stop running your odds.

I am here to stay, and you are here to pay. Your hands are tied, suffer heart attack.

It’s your turn now. It’s time to hate. I’ve got a bullet in my hand.

Sweating like a liar, calling like a fool. You’re trapped in my game, loser is your name.

Bad move, wrong time, the river takes you away. I am not to blame, but now you’ll die in shame.

No pain, no gain

The Black Grudge

I’ve got venom in my mouth, to spit my hate at you. No remorse for what I’m killing, thoughts are hidden inside my head.

I’ve got poison in my blood, to keep my heart true. Don’t try to understand me, I’m already dead.

Ice and cold, you won’t live to grow old.

Now I seek revenge, terror as a new face. Ripping of the flesh, experiences of death. Carry on for the meaning of life. Until then, I swallow my pride.

Now I seek revenge, never absolution. Ripping of the flesh, experience of death. Pain, torment, agony remains. Blood on my hands will never wash away.

I’ve got venom in my mouth, to spit my hate at you. No remorse for what I’ve done, thougths are hidden inside my head. I’ve got poison in my blood, to keep my heart true. Don’t try to understand me, I’m already dead.

War Against War

You feel there’s something growing underneath. No crime, here comes genocide. Power build on corruption, there is no more solution. You’ll die of sudden death, it’s the end of your promise land.

Don’t try to understand, your life is in my hand. Now you die!

Stop your hypocrasy. Destroy your enemy. Fuck your democraty. Long live to Demonarchy. You can take your shield, I’ll beat you on your field. It’s time to call, war against war!

I see the darkness from your battle front. Now tell me where’s your God. Prayers that you wasted, for a divine intervation. Awaking demon, soul destruction, it’s the end of your promise land.

Cannon Fodder

A soldier dies before his time. Meat grinder, cannon fodder. Your turn will come, you’re next in line, you’ll see the truth of the divine.

Blood, guts and dirt will spoil the earth. Meat grinder, cannon fodder. You will respect authority, in death you’ll find conformity.

This is the last chance that we have. We do not care if you survive. Your body serves us on the line.

All soldiers die before their time. Meat grinder, cannon fodder. Your turn has come, you fall in line, explosion of a landmine.

Blood, guts and dirt fall like rain. Meat grinder, cannon fodder. This is the last time you feel pain, no one here ever dies in vain.

This is the exit of your soul. Retreat, is unacceptable. You should have done what you were told.

Fields of Desolation

Bloody moonlight piercing through the dusk. We must pave the way, war is over. Corpses of the fallen left in the frost. Everything is lost, gone forever. Gaze upon, the enemy ground and see the outcome of the absolut madness.

Can you see the misery, silence of the demonarchy. Walk with me through the fields of desolation.

Bloody moonlight piercing through the dusk. We must pave the way, war is over. Corpses of the fallen left in the frost. Everything is lost, gone forever. Gaze upon, the enemy ground and see the outcome of the absolut madness.

Rotten feast of the flesh of rotting soldiers. They fought with no regrets. We must leave them away, they’ve been conquered.

Motordeath

I am the whiskey whore. There’s no tomorrow, I’ll drink like I’ve never drinkin’ before. No time to sleep, no time to eat. Tonight, we drink everything.

Drunken diseases, vodka is the cure. Kill the bottle. Ripping your clothes off, breaking your nose. Bleeding until you pass away.

Reality, affecting my memory. The sunshine brings to much clarity. Struggle to live and nothing to give. Hope the smoke will clear the road.

Drink! Drink! Fuck! Fuck! Drink!  Drink!

We must go to another show!