Celtic Frost : Celtic Frost - Tankard

Dark Metal / Switzerland
(1988 - Noise International)
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1. ROSES WITHOUT THORNS

Four arc lights. Moving stealth.
Two ride up north. Into the barrel fear.
Desire to share. My valiant care.
Downtown Hanoi.

We are drowning in purple wine.
Standing as one, as one we line.
Gold and light did stop their dance.
A fever obscene, a wicked romance.

I'm tasting sweat on my tongue.
Fane of wicked green.
Faith to the heart.
Passion and death.
Downtown's breath.


2. COMMANDMENTS

Moral law! the drinker's guide
Was handed down by god
Sacred law for man to follow
Revere them as your own

Life's too short to waste your brew
It's plain to see-obey the rules

Thou shalt not waste and thou shalt not spill
Just drink your beer - commandments
Thou shalt not puke cause there's no excuse
Just drink your beer - commandments

Mankind was long deprived
Of the rules encased in stone
Ten written the rest were lost
When will they be found?

Laws misplaced for centuries
Where can they be? the brewery!

Rejoice i the time is now
Fulfill your sacred vows
Pay need to the blessed stone
Respect the holy law

Life's too short to waste your brew
It's plain to see-obey the rules

Laws misplaced for centuries
Where can they be? the brewery!


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