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Listen up god, if you really exist
For many years I've been asking you why
Why are the innocent dead and the guilty alive?
Where is justice? Where is punishment
Something big is brewing
You can see it in my eyes
They burn with a beastly hatred
That will be realized
Why are the innocent dead
Come on god, answer me
Why are the guilty alive
Don't want to be deceived
They think they are above the law
They are trying to break my spine
Where is justice, where is punishment
Where is the human line
An eye for an eye Inveterate despite
An eye for an eye A one man war on crime
As I began to talk to god
I've even lost my mind
I only want to know one thing
What I've done, was it wrong or right?
A loving husband, devoted father
'Til the day the mob opened fire
Retaliation and vindictiveness
His only mission and ardent desire
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The cover of darkness no longer conceals
An approaching enemy
There are many ways to kick some ass
With updated technology
You will always get on your knees
In the war you're gonna fight
Prevent agreements between nations
No democracy but more genocide
Keep your eyes open your under control
There is something that's over the top
Penetration and power sends bullets of lead
Inside your body to do the job
Shellfire defense
Pray to god that he will take you in his hands
Shellfire defense
You wish to get the final shot
That makes your nightmare end
Eliminate the threat and minimise the risk
Supremacy against the attacks
New weapons in front of fighting troops
They get no chance for shooting back
Who gave you the criminal passions?
Inclinations to kill
Retribution demand victims
No matter what you feel
Keep your eyes open your under control
There is something that's over the top
Penetration and power sends bullets of lead
Inside your body to do the job
Shellfire defense
Pray to god that he will take you in his hands
Shellfire defense
You wish to get the final shot
That makes your nightmare end
Shellfire defense
Pray to god that he will take you in his hands
Shellfire defense
You wish to get the final shot
That makes your nightmare end
Long vanished is the age of blows with a club
Wholesale murder guarantee
Soldiers within the meaning of law
Decimate the dregs of society
Where's man's dignity and human nature?
Disarmament and combination
Fit in with the needs of present
Peace not revelation
Keep your eyes open your under control
There is something that's over the top
Penetration and power sends bullets of lead
Inside your body to do the job
Shellfire defense
Pray to god that he will take you in his hands
Shellfire defense
You wish to get the final shot
That makes your nightmare end
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Slazing scents taint with blood
Signed his path of death
Trace him to the place of fright
Searching for his daily bread
When midnight comes around
Be warned because he is out of sight
What carnal secrets does he hide
His ruthless rage will come
Buried deep inside his mind
The rites of the saw began
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
Executed children
Laughing mothers by their side
Feel the pain of ripping flesh
Those who've died
Have paid the price
And drawn their final breath
What carnal secrets does he hide
His ruthless rage will come
Buried deep inside his mind
The rites of the saw began
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
What carnal secrets did he hide
His worries of the flesh have come
With tears in his eyes and a gun in his hand
So ends the story of the chainsawman
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The saw is the law
The law is the saw
The saw is the law
The law is the saw
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I can really safely say
That you're still alive
One thing they can't take away
Is your will to survive
I know I won't believe it
I know I won't believe it
They say you can't be found
This man is better off dead
They want to turn your head around
Turn your head around
Turn your head around
Turn your head around
How can they leave you lying there
Hiding from the lights
They don't know and they couldn't care
They'll be dead by tonight
Someone's made a big mistake
I can't believe my ears
Just how long will this thing take
Give him days, months and years
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They took the oath of allegiance
Responsible and proud
Sold their soul for native love
In war to stand their ground
Don't bury the hatchet
Get on with your fight
Snipe down the enemies
Put them out of action
Don't look back
The promised words we never forget
Capture the flag
Capture the flag
Departure to conquest the Hamburger Hill
At the risk of our life
Embitters resistance, deadly traps
Rapid fire - Got no chance to dive
Don't bury the hatchet
Get on with your fight
Snipe down the enemies
Put them out of action
Don't look back
The promised words we never forget
Capture the flag
Capture the flag
Hollow bangs and cries of pain
That filled the air with blood
Fleeing in the minefield reign
Encircled by the flank attacks
A game like Russian roulette
Who will survive?
The mine barrier in front of us
Overpowered in running fight
Armour-piercing bullets
Slaughtered one by one
Two find a way to hide
The tables are turned
By hopeless defeats
Got the power, got the might
Don't bury the hatchet
Get on with your fight
Snipe down the enemies
Put them out of action
Don't look back
The promised words we never forget
Capture the flag
Capture the flag
Now twenty years later
Sitting by the beer
Remembrance comes awake
Talk about friends
That never came back
Fallen by the war's disgrace
Don't bury the hatchet
Get on with your fight
Snipe down the enemies
Put them out of action
Don't look back
The promised words we never forget
Capture the flag
Capture the flag
Capture the flag
Capture the flag
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[Dedicated To : Phil Lynott (RIP)]
I put my money in the suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside
Are looking very slim
I've been so lucky on the inside
I feel I'm going to win
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I've got me a whole month's wages
I haven't seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to Las Vegas
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win means double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I put my money in the suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole months wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy
Place another bet
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Blood...
Blood...
Blood...
Far away from native lands
Operation "Desert Shield"
Prevent a war of conquest
Military blockades
Securing the peace
Fighting for aggressor's rest
Beware of this place
The anger is growing again
Your buds lying there
The symptoms are always the same
Concentration of armies
No diplomatic conversation
Belligerents and lack of self control
Interventions by embargoes
There is a crisis brewing
Wanna get the treasure of the soil
Beware of this place
The anger is growing again
Your buds lying there
The symptoms are always the same
Bloodtrails - Effervesced till world war III
Bloodtrails - Suicide to kill the enemy
Bloodtrails - No reasons and no common sense
Bloodtrails - Call you to your end
Bloodtrails...
Bloodtrails...
Bloodtrails...
We got orders and inner instruction
By bad educations
Corrupt might took possession of our souls
From land to land
To form new generations
Where shadows join hand
With their own living dead rules
Beware of this place
The anger is growing again
Your buds lying there
The symptoms are always the same
Bloodtrails - Effervesced till world war III
Bloodtrails - Suicide to kill the enemy
Bloodtrails - No reasons and no common sense
Bloodtrails - Call you to your end
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Secluded by generalities
No eyes saw them before
Exiled and damned from birth till death
Rejected by their parents
Locked up as beasts
No clergy brought their souls to bless
Never ending pain
In the hour of their death
Driven to their tomb
By never healing wounds
Nobody perceived the cries
No famine got appeased
In hospitals of infanticide
Killers camouflaged
As harmless pediatrist
Children found no place to hide
Never ending pain
In the hour of their death
Driven to their tomb
By never healing wounds
Never ending pain
In the hour of their death
Driven to their tomb
By never healing wounds
With excrements soiled bodies
Starved by malnutrition
Whooping cough and AIDS disease
Now the regime is overthrown
Memorials are raised
But hopes to survive will freeze
Never ending pain
In the hour of their death
Driven to their tomb
By never healing wounds
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Born to die in a game
Where there is no return
Try to find a pleasant means of death
All your life you have learnt
Tortured by the world till you
Draw your final breath
Terror, hate
Murder, rape
Through your life trying hard
To find out what it means
Those who know all have lost their mind
Through their eyes we can see
That nothing's to obscene
Empty shells, nothing there
Just bodies left behind
Terror, hate
Murder, rape
In this nightmare life time
You're better off dead
Pain and warfare, sex-crime
You're better off dead
Broken dreams devastated
By your will to live
Ruined by malignance and decay
We're betrayed until
There is nothing more to give
Praying for a final peace
To be there in our graves
Terror, hate
Murder, rape
In this nightmare life time
You're better off dead
Pain and warfare, sex-crime
You're better off dead
Terror, hate
Murder, rape
In this nightmare life time
You're better off dead
Pain and warfare, sex-crime
You're better off dead
In this nightmare life time
You're better off dead
Pain and warfare, sex-crime
You're better off dead
Better off dead
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(Dedicated To : Tom's Dad, who died too early)
Your soul disappears in eyes of blue
With dignity and lonely lust
The moon is shining bright to you
Angels adore your mortal dust
Welcome to the paradise
Great master's hands will rise
To bring you to the holy place
Eternal life for a human race
Resurrection
Flesh to your bones
Everlasting fortune
You are born
Resurrection
With flowers of gold
Give credence to heaven
Believe in god
Your spirit was willing but your flesh was weak
Don't wanna leave the world of lies
They're standing around when you go to sleep
And give you no chance to say goodbye
Welcome to the paradise
Great master's hands will rise
To bring you to the holy place
Eternal life for a human race
Resurrection
Flesh to your bones
Everlasting fortune
You are born
Resurrection
With flowers of gold
Give credence to heaven
Believe in god
Resurrection
Flesh to your bones
Everlasting fortune
You are born
Resurrection
With flowers of gold
Give credence to heaven
Believe in god
Resurrection
Flesh to your bones
Everlasting fortune
You are born
Resurrection
With flowers of gold
Give credence to heaven
Believe in god
Now you go through a time of revival
Wisdom from above
A kingdom where you find your idol
Worship, liberty and love
Now you go through a time of revival
Wisdom from above
A kingdom where you find your idol
Worship, liberty and love
Resurrection
Flesh to your bones
Everlasting fortune
You are born
Resurrection
With flowers of gold
Give credence to heaven
Believe in god
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Source and seed of misanthropy
Is the age of inquisition
Where kings and queens got the power
To lay down immoral religions
Pursuit of innocent flesh
Shredding of their blood
Plundering and robbing
A thousand natural lusts
Hypnotised by the smell of death
Stiff walking to the stake
Amusement, tar and feathers
You are gonna loose your faith
Delivered from the hell's great fear
Spirits lost in gloom
Seek them in their dread abode
Tarred and feathered
Beautiful red-haired ladies
They got put in the pillory
Skinned alive or stoned to death
Broken on the wheel
Sanguinary with arms across
The king watched the scenery
Exorcised and quartered
In the shambles of sin
Hypnotised by the smell of death
Stiff walking to the stake
Amusement, tar and feathers
You are gonna loose your faith
Delivered from the hell's great fear
Spirits lost in gloom
Seek them in their dread abode
Tarred and feathered
Hypnotised by the smell of death
Stiff walking to the stake
Amusement, tar and feathers
You are gonna loose your faith
Delivered from the hell's great fear
Spirits lost in gloom
Seek them in their dread abode
Tarred and feathered
Tarred and feathered
Tarred and feathered
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Declaration of war by a madman
Offensive in blizzards and fog
Opening of the conflagration
Thrust to the hostile front
Snowed up Russian winter
There's nothing shining bright
Resistance in December
Against the deadly light
Stalinorgel
Carry the war into the enemy's camp
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Vomiting fire - Infernal thunder
Stalinorgel
Pugnacity and national defense
Grim struggles hand to hand
Curtain of fire at the frontline
Capitulation and retreat out of this land
Snowed up Russian winter
There's nothing shining bright
Resistance in December
Against the deadly light
Stalinorgel
Carry the war into the enemy's camp
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Vomiting fire - Infernal thunder
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Carry the war into the enemy's camp
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Vomiting fire - Infernal thunder
Stalinorgel
Arisen through their own fault by assumption of power
The end is immediately near
Red army struck back in triumphant advance
Madman lost the war and disappeared
Snow covered Russian winter
There's nothing shining bright
Resistance in December
Against the deadly light
Stalinorgel
Carry the war into the enemy's camp
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Vomiting fire - Infernal thunder
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Carry the war into the enemy's camp
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Vomiting fire - Infernal thunder
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Carry the war into the enemy's camp
Stalinorgel
Stalinorgel
Vomiting fire - Infernal thunder
Stalinorgel
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