brutality, death our only rule The doctrine of true metal, gods of the old school Die by fucken Asphyx, ultra loud we slay Skinned alive you humbly beg for death
Early morning Call the roll From the barracks In the cold Weary faces Tired men All prepare to Leave the camp Growling watchdogs Snarling guards Resignated
A primitive phenomenon Unknown in theory Bursted from its quasar Erractic mystery Ouf of the supernova Comes whate no-one could suspect Invisible interior
A trader leaving harbour Farewell waving hands Set course with godspeed To far promising lands The sun is mildly shining Sails bulging in the breeze
into the gunk Vomiting from the nose As blood fills up your lungs Spitting out red dirt Thickened filth you gulp Death the desgusting way Choking in the
alloy Breathing hostility A gross violator The core of destruction Giant railwaymortar Father of all guns Terrifying arrogance Frightening his grace Huge machine, staring mean Death
[Celtic Frost cover] A pallid sun sheds dimmest glow. On mute and pallid soil. I am the one, a life long gone. A refuge raped in search of life. Like
All this abuse ad nauseam Injustice is the rule Serious avenging time With my retaliating tool Sufficient ammunition That can split a man in two I'll
outer spheres Forecasting damnation Doomsday is near Hear his words of wisdom Truthteling prophet His appearance followed by The dark cloak of death
[Instrumental]
Cleaving, pounding forsty waves Heading for the south A three-master manned with buccaneers Scourges of the new world Recognize no law Brotherhood of
The old men with their traditions challenged Refrained from tears Neck neck hook Poles of wood The Picadores stood eyes ablaze To view brutal contest
the old men with their traditions challenged refrained from tears neck neck hook poles of wood the picadores stood eyes ablaze to view brutal contest
Argo leader steps up to win the day Harmed not by the weaponry of man Brutal offspring of tormented minds Armed with steel and lust for death Relentless
mutiny is brewing The first mate draws his cutlass forth, towards the captain challenging a duel You've sentenced us to a watery grave, this ship will sink into the sea A brutal
somewhere to level out Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen? Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens All this death
: [Music And Lyrics By Paul Mazurkiewicz] Carnage Formed Rebirth A Sickened Lust Of Hatred Damned To Eternal Plight Obscene Art Alive Through Death
