Mission Commando

We’re on a mission. Outnumbered by the invader. They come to conquer the Earth. This is the first strike. We fight like mercenaries. All the way to victory.

Mission Commando

Taking position. Who will be the first to kill? Fighting for the thrill. No matter what they are. Anything to destroy them. Go hard or go home.

Under the armor. Better than cannon fodder. Win before you begin. They drop their weapons. Stop the blood, kill the children. They have surrendered.

Mass Extinction

Retreat to survive, no more solution. Enemy strike back, bringing destruction. Counter attack, we know devastation. Defending against mass extinction.

We burn! The land that we’ve grown. Nothing left behind, nothing left to grind for these motherfuckers.

They’ll getting back, stomp them in the face. Pissed off forever, they have lost our trace. Back from the grave, fighting for the dead. Now we become death, destroyers of worlds.

We look forward for annihilation. There is no end to extermination. We rise again, elevate from the ground. Close to extinction, push back the invasion.

Black Panther

Jump in your Jacket. You feel the weight on your shoulders. The chain around your neck, getting colder and colder.

Put your helmet on, the pain is in your head. Wear the heavy crown, and soon you will be dead.

It is no fairytale, wearing these boots. It is all innocents your going to shoot. It’s inside this uniform, that your soul will be torn. There is no life after, cause we’re the Black Panther.

A grenade in each hand, are you ready for the loud end. It’s time to pull the trigger, let them break your fingers.

Terrified by the warmth of your gun. Petrified by the cold sun. There is nothing you can relied on, the battle must go on.

Raise your horn to the roof!

Alien Forces

The dust that settles leaves a doubt. Is the war over with the cease fire. Fear is taking over reason. Who will be in power?

The world has changed. We have lost our way, never ending sacrifice. Alien Forces to oppress, divide and conquer.

Stay on the dark side. You never know when evil’s gonna come. The shit is going down, the worst is yet to come.

Don’t trust no one. Terror hides in the dark corners. Conspiracy to come back and take over.

In the shadows, bury the dead that you kill. Eye for an eye, stab them in the back.

Fighting forever, endless universe of horror. Join the forces, the army of the lone soldiers.

Riding With Zombies

Last night, we gave a great show. We get off the stage drunk as fuck. We drink few more beers in the truck and we headed to the next skid row.

We’re craving for alcohol. Searching desperately for a bar. We start to freak out in the car. Selling our soul to rock and roll.

Riding with zombies. Transporting dead bodies. To rotting cities. Spreading the disease.

Driving on the highway to hell. Black crows eating on the shoulder. Dead bodies feeding their hunger. The pavement was crowded with road kill.

Passed out into the captain seat. They dream of whiskey and booze. The nigtmare of the angry moose. They don’t breathe, fuck, they’re undead.

Riding with zombies.

The Man Who Suffers

Hostile, cruel and wild as nature made us. To hunt, attack and destroy which runs counter our will.

Reckless, mocking, violent as wisdom want us. Cause in the stongholds it can only fall for a warrior.

The most severe disease and most vicious torment. As conscience contradict itself. Is the man who suffers. Suffers from the man. Who suffers from himself.

As the arc that is always harder to strech. Relieved by the glorious time of the victory. It’s a declaration of war against his instinct, against his strenght and his fury.

Born as one is for the underground. Diehard, strained, ready for novelty. Adapt to a strugglin existence, for the greater distance.

Against the supremacy, the mass will be our weapon. Weapon of Destruction, as we blow out a candle.

Through the Dusk

Trained to survive this mission. Armed to the teeth, we land in a minefield where some have already lost their lives.

Installing weaponry, the war machine is ready. We can count on each other, but it’s still every man for himself.

I fear nothing, I keep tracking

It will be long and arduous. Surrender is not an option. Cause the glory worth the pain.

Plunge into tremendous action. We focus on the mission. Passing over attrition and pushing ou limitations.

The goal is achieved, the troops are all grieved. We all return home, but under which form.

Through the Dusk!

Bully Bastard

Where’s our liberty? Where is the justice? When absurdity is at our service. There’s no authority through fear and malice. There’s no dignity in prejudice.

This is an act of intimidation. This is abuse of power. This is what I call extortion, when it fills your hunger.

They divide and rule. Them, stupid empty mind. They are vile and rude. So putrid and so blind.

We have no rights facing such cruelty. We have to fight to save our liberty. There is no law against inequality. Never respect will rhyme with brutaliy.

Them bully bastards, bullshit motherfuckers.

Fight Back

The rattle of the pounding chains. Resonate into your brain. Louder than the crushing bones. As you enter the combat zone.

Charge headlong with hard fire. Resist to the brutal master. Don’t hide in the bunker to the coming of the bomber.

Metal sharpens metal. Chaos leads to chaos.

Will you go down to Armageddon and assemble for the last battle.

You don’t forge the greatest iron under a deceit hammer. The strongest steel has to pass through the hardest fire.

Beat down the persecutor. Refuse to surrender. Fight back exterminator as you breath through sulfur.

Para Bellum

Crawling the desert landscape. Distorted by the heat of doom. In a world constantly reshaped. From embers, the darkness looms.

In the storm there’s no escape. Unless they hear the sonic boom. To gather among a solid cape, they must enter the empty room.

In the golden city, days are dark and gloomy. To erect a sanctuary, you got to destroy a sanctuary.

In the masses they stand alone. Sudden murderer condemned to roam. As the great messiah, faces fume. They find themselves under the stone.

Near the temple they will find ruins. In the shadow they will find their tombs. They built this city on rot and bones. For all to die in their own wombs.

Si vis pacem, para bellum