Watch me, I bleed now no more My wounds one thousand and crisp as life itself it drips away a smile upon my lips
Cutting, slicing, carving the blade slides deep in me running warm blood leaving my corps to be
Convulsions shatters my carved limbs I now begin to feel the chill the smile remains upon my lips because likewise I die I kill
Crimson vision, inspiration now it is time to ink my pen and to summon my last strenght to write my requiem
Covered in my own blood words and music comes to me now more dead than living I compose in harmony
My blood forms notes on paper splattered up and down the lines creative even in death I still smile as I die
2. Crosstitution
The crucifix in flames The house of God burned down to the ground A symbolic action of defiance Brought palace of lies down
Refusal to acknowledge the authority Of faith of liars Has cleansed this world somewhat By purifying lovely fire
Crosstitution Crosstitution Crosstitution
Holy writtings, hokus pokus Magic incense, blood and tears Impeccable the ways of Heaven To inflict terror and fear
All are born of woman And the female is of sin So we are all drenched soaky wet in sin When our life begins
And for the rest of our days To reach his kingdom full of bliss We seek forgiveness For something we didn't do To someone who does not and never has And never will exist
Crosstitution Crosstitution Crosstitution
Cross of lies, no one up high Gayhood of priests and spartan fiests Pathetic faith, your wine and bread All will be well once we're all dead
He might have died for Somebody's sins but sure not mine If all you want is to him follow And die too then I say fine
But don't you baptise one more Generation in some fuckin' shame Supported by that damned religion Of yours I now watch in flames
Crosstitution Crosstitution Crosstitution
I will always defy your damn faith As I've lived I'll die free You'll never have me crosstitute myself Or on my fuckin' knees
3. Necroticus
Trembling soft skin wrapping shuddering warm flesh blood pulsating through the veins
Tool insertion science not perversion the end result justifies the pain
Twisted human flesh lovely smell of death the sight of naked skin the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood every curve and cavity morbid fuckin' lust smell of death is what I need
Don't you mind the never ending fucking killing aich just you think of what a damned good looking corpse you'll make
Substances injected glands and blood infected gasolin and peroxide
Sharp cold steel cuts through the skin revealed is the within the chest is open wide
Twisted human flesh lovely smell of death the sight of naked skin the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood every curve and cavity morbid fuckin' lust smell of death is what I need
Sliced down into the finest see-through shiny meat red leafs you have proven how damn beautyfull a corps can be
Clitoris, liver and brain desict, sliver and maim pincer and razorblade
Samples, jars, neat labels plastic bags and containers photographs of every slain
Twisted human flesh lovely smell of death the sight of naked skin the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood every curve and cavity morbid fuckin' lust smell of death is what I need
To wash the blood off of my damned hands to get them realy clean I'd need to fuckin' wash them endlessly
4. War Machine
Burning limbs and deformed steel The shells cuts through the sky The corpses fills the the endless fields It's shoot to kill or die
The gas pours in like yellow mist You die in kneedeep mud You sink into that fuckin' smudge Stichy from all the fuckin' blood
Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left Promotion, honour, glory then death
War Machine War Machine
Tons of steel is pumped across The burnin' no-mans land You dig your face deep into the shit And wait for the command
For medal, your King and country Will crave the loss of limbs or eyes For honour you'll need to give General Death your fuckin' life
Ladders by the hundreds Firmly placed among the dead Leading to the hell That rages on above your head
By the thousands you will run Into that fire zone Your God and King is with you But you'll fuckin' die alone
Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left Promotion, honour, glory then death
War Machine War Machine
5. Blood And Soil
The altar covered in lifegiving cum the smell of forever running wet cunts
Flesh and sweat dancing bare limbs around the fire the sound of clashing wet bodies and sighs
Dry throats and warm blood the rite, the collecting of sperm and milk from young breasts
Lust instead of Gods on the altar of masturbating fuckin' human flesh
Wet limbs lie down to dry in the wind sumbols painted with blood on bare skin
Earth now nourished with milk and with cum celebration of nature is done
Come sun and gentle rain our gift is made so that the soil can give birth
The sead and milk remains in the domains of the deep womb of mother Earth
6. Pax Vobiscum
Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ Forgive my fuckin' head It's full of doubts and questions Did you really raise the dead?
Are you really so pathetic That you can't be critisised? Is it so hard to accept That I may wonder why?
Out of nothing, born by no one Wonders you create Almighty fuckin' God You super bluff, you mega-fake
They say you've said for you only We all shall live and die Tell me who needs Stalin With a fascist in the sky?
Conquering the western hemisphere With threats and lies Spreading its holy terror As another culture dies
It baptised and it burned and tortured Its way through my land And wielded above all The crucifix by God's command
Imposing on the tribes of Europe One faith built on lies and dreams One religion so false Always loose at every seam
Through wars and emigration Soon a world faith took its form As world saviour and almighty The cross all world adorned
Computerised confessions TV-preachers and very soon The Christian man stood firm And in '69 prayed on the moon
7. Suffocate
Kill me! I am but a fuckin' livin' dead Help me! I am goin' outta this damn head
Crazy! I can't stand the agony and aich A helpless fuckin' vegetable I feel I suffocate
Suffocate Suffocate Suffocate Suffocate
By and by I tighten the loop laid around my neck stretching that damn rope some more like some damn fuckin' pet
I am like a book that never will be read this damn body's outside live but inside I am dead
Karma! I don't give a fuck for what will be I shit upon what will come when the lights gone out for me
Suffocate Suffocate Suffocate Suffocate
I chew my fuckin' limbs frustration fills all cavitys living brings me closer to hardcore insanity
Just one fuckin' step all'll be fuckin' over and done I've been taking this one step since my damn life fuckin' begun
Seeing this whole fuckin' life like some damn fuckin' trap I'll be laughin' 'till I hear that final fuckin' snap
8. Distinguish To Kill
System the crocked cross the code yellow star machinery of death will grind the trains keep on rolling both nearby and far the cargo is of Abrahams kind
Gasping for air in the stench and the heat losing track of the number of days only the cramped space keeps people afeet while all hope vanishes like a haze
All comes to hault and the doors slam wide open then all are called out on the ground a sweet sour smell fills all lungs on the platform the roar of the death machine sounds
Phallos of death giant chimneys arise spewing ashes and fire way high the disciplin of racial purity the code by which you all fuckin' must die
Distinguish to Kill Distinguish to Kill
Shiny black leather boots peaked caps in grey sporting the deaths head mean grin yellow star patch and pink triangle displayed numbers inked into bear skin
Rows of barbed wire high voltaged in miles ensurance to kill all last hope the only way out of this hell is to go through the chimney like thick burning smoke
Burning the bodies the owens glow white as the heat cracks the skulls open wide bodily human fluids joins the melted fat running down the collecting pipes
Now grinding the piles of burned bones to powder the system perfected and complete all to attain and remain in purity racialy the wheels turn in deaths industry
9. Apocalypse
Now that the virgin bitch breastfeads death and the winds smell strong of the dragons breath
And all the stars fall down like fuckin' rain of fire there will be souls for sale but only one damned buyer
Hey, is this the planet of apes? Endless chewing on sour grapes Or the age of eclipse? The coming of the Apocalypse?
Drugs and pills there's no oil in Vucovar when a one night stand kill's no matter who you are
When the Earth cries loud but not a damn thing is heard and a pussy is an asset in this fuckin' world
When the blood runs down mother Nature's thighs and the TV-preacher is caught while jerking off before Christ
And an audience pay's just to fuckin' gloat how the bitch is cut wide open from her cunt to her throat
Hey, is this the planet of apes? Endless chewing on sour grapes Or the age of eclipse? The coming of the Apocalypse?
Hey, is this the planet of apes? Endless chewing on sour grapes Or the age of eclipse? The coming of the Apocalypse?
