MasseMord (PL) : Promo 2003

Black Metal / Poland
(2003 - Self-Released)
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1. ANOTHER HOLOCAUST RISES

Four mighty swords risen to the air
Another holocaust haunting the earth

We are the prophets of eugenics supremacy
Raising chalices filled with blood
Beheading millions of empty shells
Thousands of mortals screaming out for god

We raise new temples of majestic walls
Make an offering on altar made of skulls
Moistening ground with tons of flesh
Deformed in the last act of breathing

We lights up the darkness of this age
With stakes of burning left to rot
We the Pharisees of another trendkill
Nailing anything able to hang

We the purest ones
Daring to kill thousands by once
We the blitzkrieg fans
Soaking our blades in carnage trance

Another holocaust rises
You will never sleep in peace
With blade tearing your flesh
With blade raping all wholes
None shall live but us


2. MASSHEALING MASSKILLING

When you stare at me I see you hanging flesh
I see thousands of you torn asunder every time
Everything what you built I see as target to attack
Cause I’m in love with you my beloved human race
Your beautiful faces expressing how it hurts
Everytime when I rape your daughter
Your beautiful faces expressing how it hurts
Always while I drill her cunt

I want to see you dead
Your smile feed my anger
I want to see you dead
Your laughter prepares my avenge
Bloodspilling Masskilling (BM)

When you stare at me I see you mutilated
By hatred that is fed with your sympathy
I want to see you dead
Your smile feed my anger
I want to see you dead
Your laughter prepares my avenge

When you stare at me I see you hanging flesh
I see thousands of you torn asunder every time
Everything what you built I see as target to attack
Cause I’m in love with you my beloved human race
Fuck you all


3. COLOUR OF MISANTHROPY

Few days in one it takes me to express the same
So many nights I try to think the other way
Every single day is enriching this creed again
Nothing more I can't say
I loathe you

I won't bestow my hatred
On numbers that don't mean anything
Today I attack your warlords' minds
This fucking playground call outcast tribe
I detest you

Leave me alone in my decay
Its burden is lighter than brethren
Now I sit on throne of misanthropy
In my own world, mine not yours
I hate you

This brotherhood of stupidity
Provides me supreme disgust
Time has come to fuck you all
Through holocaust that will rise
In final words taste the quintessence
And do me a divine favour
Nothing special but simply die

I'm fed up with you
Though you might think
We're from the same stone
You naive fool

Leave me forlorn in my decay
Its burden is undoubtfully lighter
Than doubtful brotherhood of hypocrisy
This is my throne of misanthropy, mine not yours
Onward pathetic ones,
Shatter their scornful hearts

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