1. PANZERS FROM HELL

Warwielder cometh
Storm across the plains
A thundering blitzkrieg
Blackening the horizon
Where the light retreats
Comes a deadly raid of metal
Gleaming in a sun
That shall rise no more

Panzers from hell
[x4]

Your enemy approaches
With blackened steel might
Marching on the earth
To reap a war on humanity
From the bowels of Hades
Comes the war on life
Deathtroopers march
And ride with might upon…

Panzers from hell
[x4]

Cannons blasting hatred
All guns are blazing
Viral Weaponry
Can be smelled in the air
A nuclear winter
Is coming down upon you
Skulls will be crushed
Beneath the massive treads of…

Panzers from hell
[x4]


2. TORTURE FEEDER

Nymph of darkened dreams
So absurd it seems
That I should wake from nightly rapes
Upon my soul with throttled screams
Vehement anxieties
The forest for the trees
I despise with open eyes
All of the demon I’m able to see
Deep in mental caves
Courageous thoughts enslaved
Inner man becomes a whelp
Suckling on the breast of hate
A kiss that leaves a scar
With words that break ones heart
I die inside when I look in her eyes
From another world set far apart

Naught is left save one for the grave
Dire memories come flooding like disease
Blooming rage like leaves
Torture feeder

Masked in leathered black
Bound to a steel rack
Lashing hard with whips and shards
Of glass like scarabs on my back
To dance with haunts of pain
To be wrapped in chains
An icy love that draws warm blood
From tender cuts made with disdain

To be true to a valour so black
I feel frigid chains being draped across my back
The pain is soon a fact
Torture feeder

Hushed unto silence
Angels weep
For a hundred lashes
Upon my shattered dreams
Beaten thru the night
Pain becomes delight
The planets all align
As I prepare for last rites

Naught is left save one for the grave
Dire memories come flooding like disease
Blooming rage like leaves
Torture feeder

To be one with an anguish so black
Open-mouth abortion, razor-wire still intact
Pulled from my guttural tract
Torture feeder


3. CHECKMATE IN BLOOD

Hear the call of battle-horns
The ones that warn of dark crusades
Charms of strength and standards of war
The night has blessed our mithril blades

And my restless soul that yearns for melee
Shall conquer the minions of lesser known lands
Bloodlust and frenzy as I wield my sword
The blood of the ages stains my hands

Out in the darkness there’s so much rage
Valhalla awaits for I’ve proven myself
When the battle ends on the blighted plains
The call is heard on the ancient hills

Checkmate my friend
The day is mine
The king now rots face down in the mud
The game is done
Victory is mine
Checkmate my friend, checkmate in blood

A clash of steel, a splash of blood
Soak the ground with crimson floods
Enemies die, victory calls
Where will the king in battle fall

Upon my steed when all is done
I say farewell to absent friends
So bravely they fought and died
Now onto bigger wars
Where a second game begins