1. ABORTED

Far away seems the ambition of a new bliss
However depraved roots by militant compulsion

Passing by estates of the launched homeland
A look back, without belongings and faith
Open wounds, afflicted from severs cold and filth
Fester itself neat, like a booster detonation of death.

These victims of the eastern front collapse
100,000 dead and millions on the run
Overloaded paths and ad infinitum treks
The reds in the back, ready to overhaul the perdition

Passing by estates of the launched homeland
A look back, without belongings and faith
Open wounds, afflicted from severs cold and filth
Fester itself neat, like a booster detonation of death

In weiter Ferne, geplagt von Hunger und blutigen Füßen
Ist das Ziel so gewiss, wie die Furcht vor dem neuen Sein
Entartet, Enteignet, Entwurzelt und Heimatlos - Aborted
Gepflasterte Strassen voll Leichen, heimatlos wie wir
Ist dies eine Heimkehr in das wahre, ewige Reich?
[English translation:
In the distance, plagued by hunger and bloody feet
If the target is as certain as the fear of the new being
Degenerate, expropriates, Uprooted and Homeless - Aborted
Paved streets full of corpses, homeless as we
Is this a return to the true, eternal kingdom?]

Passing by estates of the launched homeland
A look back, without belongings and faith
Open wounds, afflicted from severs cold and filth
Fester itself neat, like a booster detonation of death

It sons lost, daughters abandoned
Disgraced for life, this stigmatized inner self
But as blue as heaven seems to be above
There is no Reich for security anymore


2. THE REFINED NATION

They drooled for blood!

Break up and bleed for me!
Assault detachments on the run

Ardent tides summon them
To render an account
Of a dawn incautious sleep

How can they reveal?
While night still drowns the sun.

Break up and bleed for me!
Front by front let down...

Break up and bleed for me!
Assault detachments on the run

Not before the blistering this blistering blade fells off you
And you squelch yourself a boil
In front of glorious oblations on the cross,
You have not withdrawn you blameworthiness... In complete!

But live will abscond these unconscious sins!

Through poles they graze demoniac
Prophetic dejection drags them to the ground
Close the eyes for all,
Who once seeded these mistaken roots of clergy

This earth declines to its fate,
Refined and drowned in blood.
But do they stand beneath us?
Cleansed by fire of their oldest sins...

Doch wie Ratten weinen sie vor Hunger,
auf den Hügeln unserer Toten
[English translation:
But like rats they are crying from hunger,
on the hills of our dead].

Receive this obnoxious anguish!
A call,
Which recedes you in an everlasting perdition.
Eternal perdition!


3. REICH AN JUGEND

Junges Blut für das ewige Reich
Die Flausen noch im Kopf
Durchtrieben von kindlicher Naivität
Auf der Suche nach neuen Helden

Im Rausch der Heimat, deinen Sternen
des Führers stolz gebannte Masse

Unter dem Banner der Jugend kennt sie keine Gefahr
Doch das Vertrauen in den Tod!

Gelöst von Mutters schützender Brust
nährt der Narr des Kindes Vertrauen
So leicht ein Kind zu imponieren
Ein Donnerschlag zum Ausgleich für Erfahrung

Schwenkt die Fahnen, spürt den Stolz in der Brust!

Getränkt mit Blut und Mutters Tränen,
wartet der Graben schon auf dich.

Pimpf, du wirst ewig sein
und der Tod dein ewiger Führer.

Früh übt sich, was ein Meister werden will...

Unter dem Banner der Jugend kennen sie keine Gefahr,
doch das Vertrauen in den Tod

Spielt die Spiele, die nie gewonnen werden!


4. SICK HEIL

Call me a number, call me a sin
Your Adolf of Christ will never lead me

Who knows, that life isn't death
Or light not night
It all fades as we run in a lane of society

Even on this earth of desolation
In the sorrow life will bring

Even here I will not serve
For I shall be king

I'm the messiah, my own type of leader
As no life will ever break me
I'm sick of it all

Freedom pleases me, as I live anarchy
And peace with me, as I'm at war with all

So feel free to hate me
I'm sick of it - Sick of it all
I'm fucking sick of it!!!

Sick Heil!


5. BLASPHEMER

[Bonus Track]

Black metal is the game I play
'cause no one show me the right way
I am a bloody Antichrist, only believe in bad
Spit at the church, Evil I get

Blasphemer...

Rites of death, Return to Hell
I am Satan's child, attack you with Spell

I love to drink my own blood
My sin is my life in a war with god
I talk to the demons night tonight
Make love and black masses in a dark shadow light

Blasphemer...

Rites of death, Return to Hell
I am Satan's child, attack you with Spell

I turn the cross upside down
And read Satanic Bible with fucking grown
My life begins at midnight twelve
Masturbate to kill myself

Blasphemer...

Rites of death, Return to Hell
I am Satan's child, attack you with Spell

Blasphemer...


6. MONOTONUS 2013

As they were marching, lead by the cross
A pledge from heaven, to manipulate the forgotten ones
Ecstatically murmuring psalms to get higher
An unnattural ritual, in the name of the holy trinity

Strength of mankind, broke by their voracity

Ostentatious sanctuary, their dead leader
Ascend the pulpit, pray the new world order
An uncontrollable fire in these starring eyes
Spreading the virus endless without faith

Defeat is unspoken
A grim propaganda
The essence of war
Is victory itself

Monotonus

Weakness of mankind, host of the faithful

The spiritual pestilence from the south
Encounters resistance from the shadows
A battle without retreat, the punishment begins
Till monotheisms end...

Defeat is unspoken, a grim propaganda
The essence of war is victory itself

Monotonus


7. NOSTALGIA

Here in the mud
I wait for the day to end
Silence so close

Like the fold of my childhood
My heart fills with memories of home
With warmth and security

In these shattered landscapes
Detonating the earth
Disemboweled my mind
Monotone senselessness

I will leave the field
This field of stench
As I'm sick of the dead
This inner manifestation
Is my desertion

Iron maggots gorge the flesh
I don't want to die
The inner capitulation
For nostalgia

Now I am here
Here in my cocoon
Everything is changed
And all is gone

Nostalgia,
Blood, sweat and puke
I pull the trigger...
And shoot!

Nostalgia


8. STALIN NOTE

An offer you can't refuse for a new community...

Red axis command democracy
As a need for a nation

Socialistic propaganda!

Red axis command democracy
Concealed broach of neutrality
Deny the faults of the failure

Stalin Note

Integration through separation
Uncontrollable foundation

Abhorrent, malicious proposal
It's right to cause distrust

Red axis command democracy
Concealed broach of neutrality
Deny the faults of the failure

Stalin Note


9. KDF 511

I entered the ship
Don't know where I'll end up

To an uncertain future
There is no hope left
My life, my heritage... disappeared

Expelled from my dreams,
My haven
A new flag on my ground

But my hope will glow,
Dolorous
If I reach the horizon

Now I lay here
In the depths of the sea
No optimism,
I'm alone
In my iron grave, so cold...

But my hope will grow,
Dolorous
If I reach the horizon

New memories arise
Deracinated, I flow away

Now I lay here
In the depths of the sea
No optimism,
I'm alone
In my iron grave, so cold...

But my hope will grow,
Dolorous
If I reach the horizon!


10. ENDSTILLE (ABSCHIED)

A letter written by a soldier
stucked in a trench
somewher at the front