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Instrumental
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Gods Of Thunder
04:56
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Plowed soil, the dust obscures the sunshine
They slowly ride lined up in one line.
Armored flesh, some beating hearts inside,
Flammable blood – the bastions of the might.
Silent march, only engine’s roar
Not a dumb, just waiting for the call.
Their words are blasting death,
Destruction by fire breath.
As if from the chaos, from the eternal slumber
Rise of gods of war and thunder,
Founders of Armageddon, of total sepulture.
They are demons of the ancient cultures.
Mud, slush – thru everything they ride.
Thru the light of day into the black of night,
From embrace of winter to empty desert’ hell
Where the reign of war forever dwell.
They came from horizon, they bring pain and mutilation.
Their armor will be washed with blood from lacerations.
The dawn of fire has begun. They rise up from the slumber.
Death will spread around the world and worship The Gods of Thunder.
Fire!
Destructive ire!
Here’s no peace – came the order to attack.
Wounded soldiers are screaming under track.
There’s only one goddess.
In the name of war they will take their harvest.
Now First seeds sprouted on the field
Irrigated with blood, warmed by overkill.
Fertilized with broken, charred bodies.
Napalm will reap it with the fires.
Rising ground fills the trenches with the dead
Blood-ashen mess left behind their step
Steel wedge crushes everything on its way
Towns became ruins, a free man became a slave.
Hear their call. Let them fill your heart with fear
Thunder getting close, Apocalypse is near.
Hear the clank of their tracks beside…
Worship Thunder god and immediately Die!
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A little boy huddle in the corner.
He cries for mother.
Where is she lost?
His name forgotten.
His name a number.
But the invaders simply call him “log”
They’re always watching
They’re always making notes
After injection his health is getting worse
He’s beg for help
His fate is foreclose
He’s slowly dying and they’re waiting for his corpse.
Stone cold eyes over dissected body
Are looking down at the beating hearth
Like vultures flying over the dying
To dart down and tear the corpse apart
Young pretty girl
She’s almost sixteen
That virgin flower must be warmed with heat of love.
Young pretty doll
Doesn’t know the human being
She is the dove in barbed wire of war.
Her naked flesh
Her trembling body
And freezing cold like fire burns her bones
Her tied and wet
Arms become black and icy
Mind fades away. The nightmare’s end has come.
They’re always watching
They’re always making notes
After injection his health is getting worse
He’s beg for help
His fate is foreclose
He’s slowly dying and they’re waiting for his corpse.
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4. |
Fortress
05:38
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In waiting for the dawn vulture’s claws are rusting in languish
Endless seconds before the execution of the command
Today the East will taste its first piece of anguish,
Its first shot of plague before it spreads across the land.
Now time has come. Raging beasts of god of fire
Are falling down from heavens to blast everything they touch.
Sweet summer dreams became a total pyre.
Morning dew was poisoned by burning flesh and smudge.
Fortress under a siege.
The first slash of a blitzkrieg’s switch.
A bleeding scar, a festering sore
The first offering to a god of war
Hiding in the underground
From the spite that walks around
People try to resist
A sickly lamb against the beast
Seven nights in hell, seven steps to total madness,
Seven sleepless nights of the nightmare when the survived envied the dead.
The belief that it will end has disappeared, has turned to ashes.
Every shaking blast inserts a lethal dose of dread.
Hunger, thirst and weakness. Lack of drugs and ammunition.
Hot air dried their throats with stench of rot from the outside.
Endless groans, bloodcurdling cries and prayers for salvation
The refuge became a temple of collective suicide.
The monument over the bed of honor
For all those who died. This walls remember their pain.
Among the smoking stones and burning armor
They will dwell forever in their bombed-out ashen reign...
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Gehinnom A.D.
07:17
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I’m lying in the frozen prison
And my last breath is chokes in blood
The snow is slowly cover me
The mind is absorbed by the void.
My bones are broken, body is bleeding.
Primal cold fills all inside me.
My hands are numb, my hands are shaking.
From this nightmare I can’t awaken.
Uncharted place in godforsaken forests
Will be my grave like for thousands of other soldiers.
Death for the country is not cause for rapture
When you becoming your own icy sculpture.
And now we go!
Young, Innocent and reckless,
An endless source of pure energy and might
Run, run, run to the enemy positions
We are the gods. We cannot die.
Knee-deep in snow, we ride the heavy fire.
Machine gun fire is non-stopping bulletstorm.
The height is near. We are so close to contact.
Gun barrel looks at me with the scorn.
In this endless miles of frozen hell
Countless lives discarded like a litter to decay.
Starved and weak. Back to the front
Where Frost licks our flesh’n bone with а burning tongue.
In vicious song
Shells are falling down.
How many bullets my body can take?
Waist-deep in snow, my blood is running out.
Infernal pain entwine me like a snake.
And now we go!
Young, innocent and reckless
Embraced by fear, with eyes of fading life.
The height is near, but there’s no chance to contact.
Machine gun fire will sing to me until I die…
Freezing and howling
Bleeding and dying,
I’m crying for help, but no one gives me a hand.
Deformed and distorted,
Twisted, everted
Frozen-in corpses are cover the land
I’m lying in the frozen prison
And my last breath is chokes in blood
The snow is slowly cover me
The mind is absorbed by the void...
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6. |
Hang'Em High
04:21
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Convulsive movements get weaker every second
Till lifeless body swing in shitty pants.
Another day has began behind the frontline.
Another day has began with mourning chants.
The open-mouthed rope is so effeminate
It has no idea about justice and law
Men, women, children… Everyone that has a neck
Will be squeezed by this grasping claw.
Chosen life became a living hell now
When you tighten the noose around your brother’s neck.
Betrayed eyes haunt you in your nightmares.
Chosen life became a never ending rack
Obey the order. Obey to save your precious life
You’re just another puppet driven by the fright
“Deceitful bastard!” You can read in every dying eyes
Obey the order and hang’em high.
Out of the mud. No more Mr. Swineherd
Now you’re marked man. Fate is under your control.
The open-mouthed rope is so effeminate
Every new knot tears off a peace of soul.
Family and friends chose the opposition.
Now all of them are swinging from the trees.
This is the price of peace of bread and warm place.
This is the price of military police.
Chosen life became a living hell now
When you put a torch to a nailed up pigsty door
Screams in flames, shadows dance in agony
You don’t have a mother anymore.
Hang’Em. Hang’Em high.
Just Hang’Em high now, bastard.
The Order must be complied.
You must obey your master.
It doesn’t matter who they are
Just do it. Do it faster.
And we will prolong your life
Your happy life that you’ll live after.
Hang’Em high.
Just Hang’Em. Hang’Em high.
Just Hang’Em. Hang’Em high.
Just Hang’Em. Hang’Em high now, bastard.
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Death That Hides Inside
05:31
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Dead silence frozen mountains at sunset.
Fear came with daylight death and gave no rest.
They’re waiting for the unknown from mountainside.
2 a.m. Death smiled and they began to die…
Thunderstorm from many weapons
Destroyed the silent autumn night.
Heavens, full of grey smoke tails
Drop the shells with death inside.
Coming out from metal cover
Yellow fog spread across the land.
Gaseous spawn filled their bodies,
Drive their life road to the end.
Every new inhalation makes them suffer more and more.
Mouths that numb in cries for help, choke in gore.
Needles… Thousands needles pierced their chests.
Dance of agony, feebleness and pain … welcome death.
Faces, hands… All their bodies
Stained with glossy gray-black color.
Vein’s inflation, faint, convulsions,
Insane eyes with plumbum cover.
Someone is dead, someone still breathing,
But all of them will be the scum.
They’re dead alive. Played hide and seek
With death that hides inside their lungs
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Carrion's Flight
06:03
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Burning armor colored morning sky with shades of flames
Exhausted and naked city now derelict with no defense
So many loots and women for marauders to take
So many lives and fates for conquerors to break
The last assault across the field, storming to the end
No one in doomed city is able to withstand
the bawdy battle song flies over heads like black ensign
In waiting for spoils your hands clenched your rifle tight
Soldier
Born to fight
Now you’re corpse
Forced to fly
By blast
Crushing bones
By fear
Raping souls
Your God
Will not come
Raining guts
Raining scum
But last
Hope is gone
For new flying carrion
From the beginning something went very wrong
The sound of explosion interrupted your battle song
You felt the blood of a friend on your dirty face
One by one soldiers were attacked by hidden death
Then the next sudden blast blinded your frightened eyes
You only saw commander killed with splinter in his lungs
The minefield – deadly trap stretched far and wide
Primeval instinct nailed you down to the ground
New wave of warriors is following your step
Marching with the song right to the deadly trap
In the selfless impulse you rose up from the ground
With only wish to warn your friends you issued raucous cry
Step by step uncertainly you started your retreat
And finally in falsely solace you forgot to watch your feet
Killing blast, rising ground, homicidal light
New flying carrion has started its final flight
Minefield
Hidden death
Cold fear
Hinders breath
Haunting
Thirst for life
Is dementing
Your mind
But at last
Flash of light
Will send you
To the flight
Strike of pain
Will rich your flesh
Grind your body
To the trash
Soldier
Born to fight
Now you’re corpse
Forced to fly
By blast
Crushing bones
By fear
Raping souls
Your God
Will not come
Raining guts
Raining scum
But last
Hope is gone
For new flying carrion
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Wrathful speeches from the tribune
By winsome tyrant on the throne
Overflowing spells of hatred
This is the way we come
From mouth to mouth, by Propaganda
Paper rats that bring the plague
Disgust and hate turn to obsession
To kill each other once again.
We are The Greatest Military Disaster, baby
We was begotten by fire and smoke
Hunger, Diseases, Distress will come after
To make a final death stroke.
We are the Greatest Military Disaster, baby
And your bright future burning under our feet.
The foundations of humanity slowly fester
That means that our mission complete.
You call for us
And now we answered.
You will get all what you want.
Ruined, lifeless, barren region
Fire will ingest your home.
We’ll rape your wives,
Enslave your children.
They’ll live and die by our command.
Then we’ll bring a big explosion
Promulgating human’s end.
We are The Greatest Military Disaster, baby
We was begotten by fire and smoke
Hunger, Diseases, Distress will come after
To make a final death stroke.
We are the Greatest Military Disaster, baby
And your bright future burning under our feet.
The foundations of humanity slowly fester
That means that our mission complete.
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