Bathory - Holocaust

Tekst :

At dawn they rise pointing to the skies
Ready to cut through the clouds at command
From wombs in the ground born to deafening sounds
When the button is pressed by deaths hand

Loaded with death powered by the dragons breath
Climbing way above the clouds out of sight
To seek its destination and destroy it into void
And to spread its load of death and endless night

Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high
Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars
Each with a number for a distant city at their sides
Wonder whats the number for my city and for yours

Metal phallous seeds of death
That is not won else cannot be lost
Precious burden seeds of death
Sown to earth brings the holocaust

Prepare to die

Now leaving their wombs all in fire baptised
Outnumbering the stars in the sky
Each with a skytrack on which they are sent
To destroy each part of the world on the other side

Not time to repent feel regret or ask for mercy
Once launched there is no way to bring them back
Finally the world created by man look so bright
Before it all turns black

Below water in the ground on wings of steel up high
Seeds of death to be launched in final one of wars
Each with a number for a distant city at their sides
Wonder whats the number for my city and for yours

Metal phallous seeds of death
That is not won else cannot be lost
Precious burden seeds of death
Holocaust

Bathory - Twilight of the gods

Tekst :

There is a serpent in every Eden
Slick as grease and cold as ice
There is a lie in every meaning
Rest assured to fool you twice

In this age of utter madness
We maintain we are in control
And ending life before deliverance
While countries are both bought and sold

Holy writtings hokus-pokus
Blaze of glory and crucifix
Prepried costly credit salvations
TV-preachers and dirty tricks

Don t trust nobody
It will cost you much too much
Beware of the dagger
It caress you at first touch
O, all small creatures
It is the twilight if the gods

When the foundations to our existence
Begins to crumble one by one
And legislations protects its breakers
And he who was wrong but paid the most won

Even the gods of countless religions
Holds no powers against this tide
Of degeneration because we have now found
That there is no thrones up there in the sky

Run from this fire
It will burn your very soul
Its flames reaching higher
Comed this far there is no hold
O, all small creatures
It is the twilight if the gods

(Twilight of the gods
Twilight of the gods
Twilight of the gods
Twilight of the gods)

Bathory - Massacre

Tekst :

Down the vast hills in morning mist cold
Into the peaceful deep valley below.
Twothousand stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Into the battle they ride
Twothousand men too young to die.
Massacre......

Coming from each side prepared for attack
Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a bloodred sky
None will live to face the night
Massacre......

Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always wins
And now they descend on death s black wings
Massacre......
(Massacre......)

Inne utwory

Losowe utwory

Silent warrior

Long ago, for many years
White men came in the name of GOD
They took their land, they took their lives
A new age has just begun
They lost their GODS, they lost their smile
they cried for help for the last time.
Liberty...

Your glasses

What could you possibly see in me?
Is my soul hung out to dry
I think my dysfunctional family
Has shaped it throughout my life

What could you possibly like in me?
Do you like my ability to bend
I think my fear of intimacy
Has shaped the time we spend

It s not you
It s me
It s...

See you sometime

Where are you now
are you in some hotel room
does it have a view?
are you caught in a crowd
or holding some honey
who came on to you?
why do you have to be so jive
O.K. hang up the phone...

Playing dead

Look at yourself
and tell me
do you like what you see
every second that passes
brings us closer to the truth
that life is a lie
everyday we slave
and suffer
what are we saving for a false sense of security...

On a slow night

True beautiful one
What have you gone and done
I can see all your moves are new
Tell me what did that salesman do to you

That catalogue replaced
the fine mind behind your face
no human trio can compete
when that three way mirror meets your eye

on a...