1. MORITURI TE SALUTANT

It is eighteen eighty eight
August at its end
Down the streets of Whitechapel
Rippin’ her abdomen

Poly was the first to die
I was terrified
Caus’ I cut and ripped her flesh
Untill she laid to rest

Morituri
Te salutant
Morituri

Soon “I will give 'em a clue
But nothing to clear”
Then “I will kill all the whores
And not shed a tear”

That rage is hunting my soul
And feedin’ my veins
But I need the taste of blood
To fuckin’ cure my pain

Morituri
Te salutant
Morituri


2. DEADMAN'S WALK

Crossin’ the seas
Ready for boardin’
Me and my bros
Will Die

Fightin’ the lies
Beggin’ for mercy
You and your crew
You’ll die

Remorse is for the dead
You’ll die by my own hands
You’ll live by my will
You will be dead tonight

The deadman’s walk
K. Störtbecker
Deadman’s marchin’ with no head


3. ROOM 8

I don't have to be a hero I don't have to lie
Weapon in my hand fighting 'till I die
'Cause I don't want to bring my fuckin ennemy down
Without suffering without any doubt

My room number 8
Waiting for a sign
Spitting my hatred
Back to number 9

My head is a battlefield one of us will fight
I still overcome my bloody room 8
My mind is a graveyard one of us will die
Taking my roomate back to number 8

My room number 8
Waiting for a sign
Spitting my hatred
Back to number 9

Jeckyll and hyde you are
Liar you will stay
Get out of my brain
(x2)

I don't have to be a hero I don't have to lie
My mother says yeah I wanna say no
But if you fight back you don't give pain
To the great spirit yeah

My room number 8
Waiting for a sign
Spitting my hatred
Back to number 9

Room 8 (x4)

[solo]

Room 8 (x4)

Jeckyll and hyde you are
Liar you will stay
Get out of my brain
(x2)


4. (WE ARE) THE DEAD ALIVE

Panic in the streets, the deads are alive
Looking for your brain, our brain
Awoken by mistakes, hidden by a lie
Expecting your pain

Reborn from the grave, we are the dead alive
Broken and breathless, we are...

Brain dead, brain dead

Panic in the streets, the deads are alive
Killing is my game, my game
Removing your head, you won't be blame
Bring you death again

Reborn from the grave, we are the dead alive
Broken and breathless, we are...

Brain dead, brain dead
Brain dead we are the deadalive
[Solo Conorio / Thierry]

Panic in the streets, the deads are alive
Looking for my brain
Awoken by mistakes, hidden by a lie
Bring you death again

Reborn from the grave, we are the dead alive
Broken and breathless, we are...

Brain dead, brain dead