THE LOSS
(BY STEFAN)
Born of soil the loss will begin
Break the mould prepare mortal sin
I fly on wings made of steel shattered glass
Bird of prey blasts from the sky heart attack
Your heart burns the order is fire at will
I plan death you´re my pawns to bring the kill
Solo: The sky is bleeding by Jens
Steel-winged solo flight by Stefan
Born of soil the loss will begin
Break the mould prepare mortal sin
Hells fire brought to the face of the earth
Kill all life the virgin will never give birth
Crown of thorns creating the pain you will love
Cross losses answers not brought from above
My name is brought to the sky by the wind
I hail only the forces within
LIQUEFACTION
(BY JENS)
Better safe than sorry better kiss your ass goodbye
Inhale this Godsent fuckfluid
You lie in my arms as you die
Black death, white skin, fucked blue
Discharge myself, kill myself to get rid of you
Feelin`that small current that brings thoughts into my brain
Dyin`to feel your touch if you touch me I kill again
Feelin`blue and bad deserted blood boils in my veins
My mind si gone my soul erased somone stole my face
Better safe than sorry better kiss your ass goodbye
Inhale this toxic fuckfluid
You lie in my arms as you die
Diggin`graves to put down low all of my disgust
Fistfuckin`my nostrils my mouth full of dust
Tearin`out my eyes I don´t wanna see the truth
Cut my arms open............to get rid of you
SERPENTS
(BY JENS)
Open up wide can you take it all in
Crank it up to ten blow the whistle on the fake
No remorse or regret
Use the force to be the best..........SERPENT
Solo: Split-tounged six-string extravaganza by Stefan
Learn to eat with knife and fork
Forget that your life is a killing bore
Rottning from inside
It´s all a case of do or die
RATTLESNAKE
Solo: A Bottle o´jack and a six-pack attack by Jens
Kickin`in doors that are open wide
you´re such a fuckin`coward doesn´t even dare to hide
Your journey ends right here
Fair and square.............FOR A SERPENT
SERPENTS YEAH !!
HUNTER OF THE WEAKER
(BY STEFAN)
Serchin` for reasons cravings deep within
Hunter of weaker eager beaver grin
Can´t seem to understand why your loosing your mind
A man-god on earth your hatred divine
An everlosing struggle to kill the enemy
Classified as loser to fit in your scheme
Downwards the spiral you can´t break the line
Kill all the cowards that ruinde your life
Hunter of weaker are you satisfied
The rope is the reason now will die
Solo: Your shadow just die by Stefan
Walkin`in slow motion towards an unkown destiny
All channels slowed distored things not supposed to be
Clawing chaos clutching soulicide machine
Concrete boots, troops of doom, incarnated dreams
Unholy acts of treason deth by surgery
Give the rope without reason to the refugee
Solo: Solocide machine by Jens
Downaward the spiral you can´t break the line
Kill all the cowards that ruined your life
Hunter of weaker are you satisfied
The rope is the reason now you will die
CLAWS OF WRATH
(BY STEFAN)
Brought into the pain of living
Forced to face the facts to giving
Can´t avoid can´t stop hte killing
no one dares to act
An ever losing made up struggle
the chosen one is cannon fodder
If you are why even bother
For the sake of it
Dreams of wrath rip flesh
In the night blind and deaf
Into the void step by step
The date is set CLAWS OF WRATH
Solo: Fleshrippin`claws by Jens
Feedin`the cannons by Stefan
Struck numb six feet under
Not dead struck by thunder
Buried facts makes one wonder
Can you deliver it
Caught inside a frozen image
Neverland in a lost darg age
Cautght and locked inte the shark cage
Will you risk it all
Dreams of wrath claws rip flesh
In the night blind and deaf
Into the void step by step
The date is set CLAWS OF WRATH
SOMETHING
(BY JENS)
Someone might have done it better
But you did it your way
Someone broken in the gutter
Beaten to obey
Something´s growing in your mind
Makes the bravest stutter
Something´s lost and can´t be found
Bread without butter
Walk my way or walk away
Play my game the game is you
Solo: Well kept secrets unrevealed by Jens,Stefan
Creatures of the night disguise
Shadows leave no trace
No one bothers to look behind
Fallow safer ways
Someone might be on his own
Some things are not revealed
Someone might be brought down low
Carnivore on speed
Walk my way or walk away
Play my game the game is you
The last modify was 19 of Februari 1998
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