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Scythe
05:03
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Remember those eyes.
Those eyes putting out.
Eyes that absent of light take him to the most calm.
Pull,pull the trigger and show what you're worth.
Let the booze act in that wretched mind.
We are still here as sadistic apostols
Dressed in black we will torment your body and soul
Pull,pull the trigger and show what you're worth.
Let the booze act in that wretched mind.
There’s still a lot to do.
And they don’t let him forget it.
He visits the ossary formed by the martyrs of yesterday.
Pull, pull the trigger and show what you're worth.
Let the booze act in that wretched mind.
And when it’s all over and he's dancing like a hanged man.
He will see it finally arrived...the pale horse,the white horse.
Now he kills men just to watch them die.
Because he knows this world belongs to the enemy.
But his voice will be forever heard.
And in the blood of cruel I will sate.
And the blood of the evil I will drink.
And in the blood of cowards i will splash.
And will the blood of the traitor I'll paint my face.
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We Act Like Romans
04:11
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The boy returned from the war being a man.
He no longer recognizes his home; there's no one left to remember.
Cursed to wander without a soul, with the death on his back...
Tonight,tonight WE ACT LIKE ROMANS IN THE CROSS.
Now the sinners walk behind me.
With the death on his back.
The only remaining light is the hunters moon.
In the forest there're bonfires, and the cries that the wind drags him, call him, they call him ...
And a thousand hands hold him.
The black priest are chanting...
Chanting forbidden salms.
Soga ... whip, dagger ... and a hammer.
The blade reflects the fire the moon and the stars aligned.
Here under the dark sky,under the storm.
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The Death And The Knife
04:07
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I’m death and also the knife.
And now i give free rain to all my instincts.
And i’ve seen hell in their eyes.
Those eyes who look through me.
And now it’s allways by my side guiding my hand...whispering.
I hid the shinning blade in his flesh just to watch it dissapear.
Mercy is not shown like an astral collision.
Chorus
The traitor and his own will scream when they look at me.
With the jackals i will howl.
I'm swearing to the moon.
I will let my fury run free.
I will kill them with my bare hands.
I'm swearing to the moon.
We move through the shadows.
So we can set the fire.
WE HOWL WITH THE JACKALS!
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Big Bad Wolves
03:18
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May the fire devour all the cities.
And men fall prey of their own cruelty.
I dont kneel as u do.
When a lepper licks my face and a tongueless prophets sings grothesque melodies...
For everything we should’ve said.
And we didn’t say!
For everything we should’ve done.
And we didnt do!
now i feed on the flesh of whoever dared to offend me.
Cos today I’ll be a demon with a crowbar.
I look far away...far away and watch them burn.
And you look up for rain.
Today we will be paper and fucking fire.
They explained to us with briddles and a knife and u still dont understand.
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