1. DEREK'S DON'T RUN

Plans of power, plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking, ready for battle
Brainless humans, feeble cattle

Killing, planning, plotting, action (x2)

Plans of power, plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking, ready for battle
Brainless humans, feeble cattle

Killing, planning, plotting, action (x2)

Now it is time to show the world
How an alien master race would run this planet
Suddenly they face the barrel of a gun
Cause one thing is certain: Derek's don't run!

Plans of power, plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking, ready for battle
Brainless humans, feeble cattle

Derek's don't run!
Derek's don't run!
Derek's don't run!


2. DEUS LO VOLT

Take the sword, take the cross to the holy land
Take your faith, take your hate to the heathen hordes (x2)

The first crusade: ten-ninety-five
The second crusade: eleven-forty-seven
The third crusade: eleven-eighty-nine
The fourth crusade: twelve-o-two

Take the sword, take the cross to the holy land
Take your faith, take your hate to the heathen hordes (x2)

The first crusade: ten-ninety-five
The second crusade: eleven-forty-seven
The third crusade: eleven-eighty-nine
The fourth crusade: twelve-o-two

Satan is here! Deus lo volt (x3)

Bernard of Clairvaux, Gottfrid of Bouillon
Balduin from Lorrain, Frederic Barbarossa (x2)

Satan is here! Deus lo volt (x3)

Bernard of Clairvaux, Gottfrid of Bouillon
Balduin from Lorrain, Frederic Barbarossa (x2)

Put a red cross on your right shoulder
Kiss the crucifix (x2)

Deus lo volt!

Take the sword, take the cross to the holy land
Take your faith, take your hate
Satan is here


3. IS PARIS BURNING?

Let them burn! Is Paris burning?
Blow them up! Is Paris burning?
Push the button! Is Paris burning?
Obey your order! Is Paris burning?

Heads are turned to the west
A gentle wind is caressing the skin
Years of oppression will soon be over
and peace will once again rule
Heads are turned to the west (x2)

Let them burn! Is Paris burning?
Blow them up! Is Paris burning?
Push the button! Is Paris burning?
Obey your order! Is Paris burning?

Obey, your order
Obey!

The enemies general is in agony
His leaders command: "Destroy the city!"
What will he do? Obey or say no?
He's feeling tired and alone

Tired and alone, on a paper throne
Ready to destroy, the city is his toy

The enemies general is in agony
His leaders command: "Destroy the city!"
What will he do? Obey or say no?
He's feeling tired and alone

Tired and alone, on a paper throne
Ready to destroy, the city is his toy

Obey, your order
Obey!

Is Paris... burning?
Is Paris... burning?
Burning... burning


4. NACKT UND ZERFLEISCHT

Blood is dripping from the leaves
Bones are lying all around
(The) scene will make your blood freeze
Before you end up dead on the ground (x2)

Naked and slaughtered, ripped and torn
Shrieks and laughter, madness and scorn (x2)

The land of thousand corpses, the land of no return
A world of teeth and knives, a world where you will burn

Naked and slaughtered, ripped and torn
Shrieks and laughter, madness and scorn (x2)

The land of thousand corpses, the land of no return
A world of teeth and knives, a world where you will burn

Nackt und zerfleischt! (x4)

Blood is dripping from the leaves
Bones are lying all around
(The) scene will make your blood freeze
Before you end up dead on the ground

Nackt und zerfleischt! (x4)


5. THE BEAST OF OMAHA BEACH

The gates of hell are open wide there’s no way out
There’s a smell (of) fire, gunpowder, and flesh and salt
Blood and death a rain of bullets welcomes you
Pounding breath he’ll take their lives, he’ll take yours too (x2)

Run for your life, try to hide
Thousands dying, side by side
Just one machine gun firing on
That's the beast! That murderers son! (x2)

The beast of Omaha Beach (x2)

Sitting in his hole, staring at the beach, firing on
Praying for his life, praying for their souls, another round
Clinging to his gun, his one and only friend, hopefully
Spreading death and pain, among the men below, endlessly (x2)

The gates of hell are open wide there’s no way out
There’s a smell (of) fire, gunpowder, and flesh and salt
Blood and death a rain of bullets welcomes you
Pounding breath he’ll take their lives, he’ll take yours too (x2)

No more tomorrow no pain and sorrow
Just peaceful silence and no more violence (x2)

The beast of Omaha Beach (x2)

Sitting in his hole, staring at the beach, firing on
Praying for his life, praying for their souls, another round
Clinging to his gun, his one and only friend, hopefully
Spreading death and pain, among the men below, endlessly