Impaled By The Fundaments Of Our Time Ondskapt

Now the torch burns in the name of god the accused have been judged! Taken up to the mountains of pain where purification lies in the holy cross!

Killing The Human Mind Ondskapt

This what man made* An empire of split legions. This what man made. An epic display of perversion! Blood soaked soil. Deprived of all emotions. Killing the human mind.

A Graveyard Night Ondskapt

This road of thorns laying ahead of me. In the visions of what I've seen! It is never to be of peace! Restless and hungry. cold as ice! Numb of feeling of this earth! As a ravenous night.

Astute Sceptre Ondskapt

Swung from the shadows on holy ground* A mace long forgotten by the pious Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake Lowing with unearthly rancour I bear this sceptre of the underworld To smite this realm

Vehicle Of Stone Ondskapt

An immense cathedral of obscene proportions Seeps through the fabric of reality A vehicular edifice in constant change The ice cold light from distant suns, dim in the veils of sighing smoke The desecratrix

Arisen From The Ashes Ondskapt

Creeping through the netherworlds. Laid upon stone and steaming lava. Ever so terrifying. It lingers in memories of old dreadful fear! Arisen from the ashes! Alive again! Raised from asunder forever!

Impaled Existence Malevolent Creation

Passing of black, looms over the entity, Ill omen surrounding all positive thought. The words of pain trickling off his tongue, To hear him say this world is done.

Execute Tapeworm Extermination Impaled Nazarene

Up until now* You lot have been leaching around This will change You demand civil wage You have no will to work at all Death camp awaits For you meat is murder But we all are born carnivores Accept the

The Plan Impaled Nazarene

Stop press it is killing time* Time to get juicy headlines It gives you reason to moralize It was God's will They are sons of the North Star Pushed too far And they made their point With hollow points

Corpses Impaled Nazarene

Prolonging your endless agony on Earth* Cheap perfume does not hide The smell of death that surrounds you The solution to your endless agony on Earth Hop right in, it's time to take a hellride Drooling

Oxygen JJ72

short sleeves and warm skin losing coins calling next of kin dropping words about the city we're in ponds compressed by heavy air us without care just sprawling there god's in our world airports

Hundreds Of Sparrows Sparklehorse

every hair on your head is counted you are worth hundreds of sparrows the tree you planted has become fecund with kamikaze hummingbirds wings of hundreds of beats per second of people whose wings

Convulsing Uncontrollably Impaled Nazarene

limits We will take everything you have got We are totally unstoppable Drinks are flying and bitches are crying As all hell breaks loose One more line and things will be fine And then we will take over the

Cult Of The Goat Impaled Nazarene

Golden walls of heaven are burning down* The final cleansing has begun We torch down everything holy Torment those who chose the wrong faith If you are a bastard servant of god You deserve nothing but

Tentacles Of The Octagon Impaled Nazarene

The road to the Octagon is paved with corpses* Nobody escapes the wrath of the Octagon Eight sharp blades penetrate your brain Eight tentacles suck out the brain juice Eight silver strings cut you into

Alexander Nevsky Op. 78 (1989 Digital Remaster): The Field of the Dead (1989 Digital Remaster) Andre Previn

I shall go across the snow-clad field. I shall fly above the field of death. One lies quiet where sabers mangled him. Here lies one impaled by an arrow shaft.

Mushroom Truth Impaled Nazarene

Head weighs a ton and it grows White clouds turn into scorpions Wind power plants multiply Their steel frames bending down Ground splits up and spirals Better stay on the safe side At the edge of the universe

Enlightenment Process Impaled Nazarene

Open Pandora's Box of evil* Summon something dark As black ash falls from the skies Overture of things to come Incantations shall invoke the Octagon Prepare innocent virgin offerings Blood sacrifices must

Gag Reflex Impaled Nazarene

learn to obey new rules Gag reflex Scream you fucking cunt, fucking scream As I rape your mouth with frozen shit Squeal you fucking cunt, fucking squeal You are fucking nothing but fat-ass pig Such is the

The Day Of Reckoning Impaled Nazarene

I woke up this morning* Happily realized The day of reckoning Had finally arrived Took out my sharpest knife Went on a killing spree Made sure I act according to The Master's will Under Lucifer's command

Ghettoblaster Impaled Nazarene

"Firestorm genocide Kill them all before they kill you Radiation overkill Apocalyptic truth of the year one (666) Ghettoblaster, megatron, kill!

Rhetoric Infernal Impaled Nazarene

Satan, hear the call of your humble servant* Satan, accept my blood-soaked offering Satan, father, let me ride the black wings of doom And all will be fine That is what they told me Everything will be

Reflect On This Impaled Nazarene

Face turns red, veins are bursting* Just wanna beat the living fuck out of you Enough is enough I said You did not want to listen at all You leave me no choice But to show you the true meaning of hell

The Jester Race In Flames

Rush faster on the one-way lane the answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours grind our souls in the millstone of time the deathbed harvest is dead man's banquet of mould ridden

Surgery of Impalement Suffocation

To dissect the mind impaled of visions a delusional state from which one neglects Incise the flesh with delicate precision As to not disrupt such artistry To dominate a feild of iniquity undeserving

Silent And Violent Type Impaled Nazarene

I placed a crown of thorns* On her stomach I raped her because I did not Wanna waste a good erection Silent and violent type Obeys no rules Silent and violent type Death to whores Silent and violent type

Liminal Holding Absence

There, I sat on the ledge Of the threshold. Caught between life and death. I know that it doesn’t Help if I kick or scream - I’m not gonna wake from These nightmares or these dreams.

Under Attack Impaled Nazarene

crying As I penetrate Rectums pulverized Black blood flows Rectal juices running Rape them violently Angels keep on weeping As I cum on their wings Angel rectums under attack They are born whores Sluts of

The Time To Kill Is Now Cannibal Corpse

We see them coming a mile away Gathered to kill on the desolate plain No fear in our minds Pure hate in our hearts Miscalculation of our strength their bane Take us lightly and we'll make you pay

Time To Kill Is Now Cannibal Corpse

We see them coming a mile away Gathered to kill on the desolate plain No fear in our minds Pure hate in our hearts Miscalculation of our strength their bane Take us lightly and we'll make you pay

Arrow Van Der Graaf Generator

Stub towers in the distance, riders cross the blasted moor against the horizon Fickle promises of treaty, fatal harbingers of war, futile orisons swirl as one in this flight, this mad chase, this

Love Is A Burning Question Graham Parker

We work through the rituals and cover our poisonous tracks Making good use of weaknesses, horoscopes, rumors and facts Inspired by the needles and pins and the pains in the heart With no control over the

Depopulate Vile

Inject beliefs, infect their breed Depopulation of the weak!

Clocked (Dear Façade of Perfection) 어텀투벨리 (Autumn To Valley)

Dear façade of perfection, How beautifully I wear your guise, But beneath this pristine reflection, Lies a soul ensnared, craving demise.

INNARDS DECAY Cannibal Corpse

out organs A world of pain and terror Visions of the future Premonition of the evil, forthcoming eve of darkness The chosen one will come Eyes torn out bodies cut in half Twisted corpses hang from

Stained Class Judas Priest

Wild-eyed and tight-fisted, I'm fused to the bone. I stand contemplating, reacting alone. Impaled with betrayal (crushing on hicks eyes) The tourniquet turns (mount-passing, god-fearing -- ?)

Upon My Honor Whispered

Prominent I stand as I lead my men to war With banners held high we'll waste 'em all I swore I seek within myself, find no fear as we march God of eight banners by our side, the soil beneath our feet will

Midnight It Bites

Heart of mine, Sewing Frenzies of steel to the sky By night, A child in a harvest of virginal mines Mother say a prayer for your soldier blue I'm doing it all for you It's the chill of the night That threatens

everything reminds me of her ELLIOTT SMITH

I never really had a problem because of leaving but everything reminds me of her this evening so if I seem a little out of it, sorry but why should I lie?

everything reminds me of her Elliott Smith

I never really had a problem because of leaving but everything reminds me of her this evening so if I seem a little out of it, sorry but why should I lie?

Dead Voltaire

There's a pilot impaled to the wing and he's Dead! And all the passengers, they are missing 'cause they're Dead!

Flesh The Creatures

"The bursting balloon cocktails are soon Young glands young flesh invade the room A sardonic mood ughh...

In Spite Of It All Sprung Monkey

Disconnect, to protect Space yourself from the mess A chance to breathe, where the air is clean And all of your thoughts, and all your dreams So how can i say to you it's only me So how can i say to you

Jester Race In Flames

Rush faster on the one way lane The answers so silent Rusty Gods in their machine mind armours Grind our souls in the millstone of time The deathbed harvest is a dead man’s banquet Of mold ridden

Statue of Liberty XTC

The first time I saw you standing in the water You must have been all of a thousand feet tall Nearly naked - unashamed like Herod's daughter Your love was so big It made New York look small You've

Once Upon The Cross Deicide

Once upon the cross Fear him, fear him, fear him...

Once Upon the Cross (Live) Deicide

Once upon the cross Fear him, fear him, fear him...

Crucifixation (Demo) Deicide

Give praise to Satan, he has won [Lead - Brian] Dynical existence, crucifixion You will give praise to Satan Lord of lords, kind of kings Spread your wings Haunted by the righteous one, bent of my repention

Cthulhu Dawn cradle of filth

Spatter the stars Douse their luminosity With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth Of another Hell on Earth Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh A necrotic cattle brand The hissing

Time Taproot

By moving on inside And will we still ask why about the time Or be just fine inside of our minds?