1. ON HUMANITY IT FEEDS


A merciless hunter killing for game
Fighting forever a dying race
As we are one and waiting to be
To kill this creature who can never be seen
Trying to protect this land from misery
This jungle is massive it could swallow us all

Lurking behind the still silent tree
Upon entry there is no return
A sea of blood begins to rise
The enemy that only your hate fulfills

He fears no man
But what lurks through the woods will devour his heart
Body count rise, spines smashed to dust
Gore filled pits, Carcass, Stench, Arise
Vultures feast, they fill the sky
Strangled by intestine, on humanity it feeds

Collection of skulls, a trophy for its hunt
Apathy consumes it, no remorse
All dead but one, Cunning skills or just luck
Impales the beast, it lets a sadistic cry

The deadly advance led by hunger
Roaming the killing fields for a chance to feed
Outstretched claws
Bestial Mindset becomes aware
Trying to lure the victim into its lair

Lurking behind the still silent tree
Upon entry there is no return
A sea of blood begins to rise
The enemy that only your hate fulfills

He fears no man
But what lurks through the woods will devour his heart
Body count rise, spines smashed to dust
Gore filled pits, Carcass, Stench, Arise
Vultures feast, they fill the sky
Strangled by intestine, on humanity it feeds



2. SHADOW OF THE FALLEN GODS


A Black Shadow, Mist of misfortune
Blocking this desired light
What must we do to proceed?
This fallen god that lost its war

Outbreak of misery for all in his way
To withstand the power and to live another day
Is he just human or some kind of druid?
Anti-Socialistic, wreched soul
His tale goes on for all who has told
It makes us stronger, its time to fight back
At the devils in the shadows (its laugh insane)
He opens up his eyes to this vicious scene

Extend his rotten hand
And feel all his wrath
He came across our presence
Amoung these innocent people

Bursting through the minds like thunder
Steady our words, we need to act
All this wasted time, did it not seem so right?
this rage and torment, no heart, no sorrow
Its in your nature you pityful fool
Breaking me down, not opening up
I walked in the shadow of the fallen gods
I think he smelled the terror
He travelled through the rain
This mystical being
The Bringer Of Pain

Dwelling in my inferior shadow
These walls remind me of my head
A cold place in which I am bred,
Under your command I forever will dwell

Relentlessness of your words your screams
Controlling chains forced onto me,
So sick of you and all of your demands,
I'd rather bury myself and rot in my shallow grave.

To long ive waited for this day,
To live my life not by your rules
But still you see me as your pawn
To drag me through you mistakes

Watching you fall I see your eyes swell,
No more a victim of your vicious descent.
Rising above I look down at your faults
I have longed to be
In my shallow grave.



3. CURSE OF THE SLAVES


Scrounging off our valued time
Striving for the life that could be mine
Never to depict your wrong doing, the time has come to Fight this scourge
You are an infection to our eyes
Break down the fortress, smash the glass
To lead the way to victory,
Fire burns all you belong to

Scavengers, decripet beings
These streets grow old and pale
Colour sucked from our nation
Pride and glory passed away

Raping our lives resources
Sickened the streets like the plague
Leech of our land, our veins
We watch this sick display

Our fathers broke back days
To feed our hopes and dreams
Resume their role tomorrow
To see our future fail

Standing at this modern forefront
We watch you multply
Rebel, we must, against the sickness
As you bleed this country dry

Laugh as we grind our knuckles
Against the systems gears
Extend your hand for more
Well hand you blod and tears

Is their no rest for the wicked?
The wicked are not weak
Trying to earn for a dishonest days work
Are we to harsh? the answer is no
Try this abroad, were will we go?
What price will be left for you
At the end of the line
Like the product of Satan
You search for the weak
Dance with the bastard
And sing his song

Standing at this modern forefront
We watch you multply
Rebel, we must, against the sickness
As you bleed this country dry

Is their no rest for the wicked?
The wicked are not weak
Trying to earn for a dishonest days work
Are we to harsh? the answer is no
Try this abroad, were will we go?
What price will be left for you
At the end of the line

Now the new world is born
We have watched you multply
Now the new world is born
We have taken back which once was ours

Like the product of Satan
You search for the weak
Dance with the bastard
And sing his song



4. THE COLD HOLOCAUST


Gargle your gravestone
And swallow your fear,
Falling into the shadows
Of gods whom your fear.
Relentless your journey to the place
Of his rest,
Like a demon you must avenge his death
How can we go .. What has been witnessed

Watch the dead dance
On the front line of war
There swollen eyes
Will bleed no more.
Gripping their souls before
They break the grey skies
Back to the trenches
Is where they must lie.
Knee deep in offal Skinned and salted in hell
No one to control
His infernal will.

At the heart of the battlefield
My comrades fell so deep
Open your eyes to this demonic creation
The war machine that has savaged your soul.
Fallen brethren, lay waste beside me
Their rotted flesh, it stings my nose
Their names shall forever live
But since their destruction,
My mind shall forever burn.

This battle has again come to life
In my dreams, a wanton fight.
I struggle to gain wake
To abort this undesirable moment.
I dig into my soul, to remember the pain
But when I shall wake, the blasts echo in my head
How can we live in this eternal madness.
I have been crushed now I wish not to breath
I wish to leave this cruel life,
To die by the hands of the voices inside…….
Gargle your gravestone
And swallow your fear,
Falling into the shadows
Of gods whom your fear.
Relentless your journey to the place
Of his rest,
How can we go .. What has been witnessed