1. |
March Into Death
02:12
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2. |
Death For Pride
03:31
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Verse 1
(Fight)
Another reason to fight
got lost around the war
(Hate)
People meant to hate
beatin by the coward's sword
"the one have hit the ground, the fearness of the sound"
(Pride)
but the pride is mine
feel the darkness on the door
Verse 2
(Death)
It's the age of death
And fight is over fight
(Here)
Here's the endless fear
and vikings over knights
"the one have won the battle, and everyone is rattled"
(Pride)
but the pride is mine
and the might is in the soul
Breakdown (speech)
(death is by the door, but pride is waiting. Either you take it, or we take it
"The souls of past have rotted, it's time to create a legend"
Verse 3
(Pride)
And it's all about pride
It's the birth of New War!
Song writers: Omar Alabed
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3. |
Smash Time
04:30
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Smash time
Verse 1
And so we will..
(Fight) we will fight
(March), beyond the night
(Stand), we our hold stand
(Stand) ground, in hostile land
Death in our eyes
(Contempt) for modern lies
Fire is lit
When we jump into the pit!
Iron will bind
Death will ignite
Turning the tides
This is Smash time
Verse 2
Bleed we will bleed
(Kill) for what we believe
(As one) Our souls to pledge
(As one) This rusty edge
Death in our eyes
(Facades) of demise
Fire is lit
When we jump into the pit
Iron will bind
Death will ignite
Turning the tides
This is Smash time
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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4. |
Dead Flowers
04:05
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Dead flowers
VERSE
Yeaa dark tidings upon the lost
Paranoia's become our trust
Nothing can pay for the change
Everyone fears, none arranges
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand!
Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead
Why must our children die?
If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives
Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
VERSE
In all of my life, we've walked towards black
While rich men talk, no one goes back
Keep the pretender and play out the game
I invented this cure, so put on my name
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand!
Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead!
CHORUS
Why must our children die?
If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives
Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
VERSE
You want to die? Just take this pill.
While misanthropy grows, the medias will
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand!
Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead!
Why must our children die?
If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives
Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
X 2
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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5. |
Step On People
03:23
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Step on people
Verse 1
Man of the people, or so you say
Promising to stop climate change
"You'll have to wait 'till it's too late"
Wait, wait, wait a bit and die
Digging deeper through her wounds
If there's oil within her womb
Heavens cry for help, but must wait
Wait 50 years' till we have a plan
Pre chorus:
The parliament is where true terror takes its place
Mother Earth is bleeding, but not due to period
Chorus:
Does it turn you on to have us living underneath your boot? Seems like
you wish a revolt
Go hang in your own promised land Questions still stands in mind : Are
your jobs really to
(step, step, step, step on people, step, step, step, step on people?)
Verse 2
Nationwide riots villainized
Shame on the people who wants their rights
Victims shut out, protect the rich
Refugees living in the ditch
But when nations are destroyed, they have nowhere to go
A dark wall and a tent in snow
Mile by mile of military patrols
Pre chorus:
The parliament is where true terror takes its place
Mother earth is bleeding, but not due to period
Chorus :
Does it turn you on to have us living underneath your boot? Seems like
you wish a revolt
Go hang in your own promised land
Questions still stands in mind : Are your jobs really to
(step, step, step, step on people, step, step, step, step on people?)
OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE
THE END WILL COME TO THEE
Verse 3
Finally somebody does
What no one else managed to
All you do is shit on her!
All you do is shit on her!
Hail she who gathers us to live
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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6. |
War Memory
05:36
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War memory
Verse 1
Fuckin getting it all with my anger
Never missed the times of my suffer
It's all stucked in my veins
And I'll rip it again
All my life was kept in dark danger
Fuckin called my brothers and sisters
It was just a dream
I don't feel the same
Chorus 1
I feel my future growing thin
(War memory closing in)
My heart darkens from within
(War memory closing in)
No soft lips to condemm my sin
(War memory closing in)
No place my terror hasn't been
(War memory closing in)
Verse 2
Days passed and i’m still in anger
Made me feel that i’m a war hunger
Was it all for me?
Or was i a slave?
War memories strucked me to deathline
Not a past warning or a damn sign
is it in my screams
1/2
I’m gonna end it my way
[Chorus 2]
I feel my future growing thin
(War memory closing in)
My heart darkens from within
(War memory closing in)
No soft lips to condemm my sin
(War memory closing in)
No place my terror hasn't been
(War memory closing in)
Song writers: Omar Alabed/ Mads Buur Holbeck
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7. |
1914
04:36
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1914
Vers 1:
Oh how I miss
The smell of war
Trenches and piss
Corpses and gore
Feasting gullasch
Grenades' my relief
Bomb crater whiplash
Battle fatigued
Vers B:
Party like its 1914
with my comrades in the trenches- hand me a vodka
Vers 2:
Sometimes I dream
A psychologist
Tells me I’m mean
She doesn't know shit
Says it's not real
But I know it is
Sarge Vlad called me
Going to the farmacy
Vers B:
Party like its 1914
With my comrades in the trenches- hand me a vodka
People tells me im battle fatigued
Chorus :
(1914!)
(Battle fatigued!)
Rock star for life
None demands-wife
Brings me presents
For german friends
Playing football
Inside my cell
Russian winter party
No-mans land hell
Vers B:
Party like its 1914
With my comrades in the trenches- hand me a vodka
People tells me im battle fatigued
(Break down)
Chorus :
(1914!)
(Battle fatigued!)
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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8. |
Blasted Hope
04:42
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Blasted hope
VERSE 1
Are you not willing to see, whats
going on within me
I'm walking upon living hell
None ever mind that I fell
But these judgements aren't mine to to tell
Pre chorus:
Break off the bonds,
and not be hampered by my foreign blood
CHORUS
Why me, do I deserve
I wanna live a normal life
Sitting still, but not so still
There's a foreign voice saying (get the fuck down!)
Winds will change, but I prevail
Some things are just not meant to be
So why don't I forget the blasted hope
VERSE 2
There's a fire burning in my eyes
But only I can see
Kept looking for hands in the dark
It was always right in front of me
Was I too damn blind to see?
Pre chorus:
Break off the bonds,
and Not be hampered by my foreign blood
Why me, do I deserve
I wanna live a normal life
Sitting still, but not so still
There's a foreign voice saying (get the fuck down!)
Winds will change, but I prevail
Some things are just not meant to be
So why don't I forget the blasted hope
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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9. |
Recipe For Crucifixion
04:57
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Recipe for crucifixion
VERSE 1
Religion, cheap excuse
Election is controlled abuse
Little mice, keep the course
You are democratic whores
He will decieve who shall die!
We are blindly bribed, to believe whats right
Vote for him or her, see dawn turn to night
I promise fall
Freedom's a fraud
Glorify the new messiah
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Whip and haul our backs on fire
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Sanctify our lord and saviour
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Our deceiver calls for prayer
(Recipe for crucifixion)
VERSE 2
I want no part in this
Open your eyes and see truth as it is
Sheep, blindly herded
The god wont have servants alerted
We're crafting our own cross to bear
Golgata is now and here
Presidential god- why have you forsaken us?
Was it cash or
Advertised plagued diseases
Leave a like, subscribe to pleasers
Don't just bow and nod to the herd dog
The path of doom must be stopped
As one we shall
Glorify the new messiah
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Whip and haul our backs on fire
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Sanctify our lord and saviour
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Our deceiver calls for prayer
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Glorify the new messiah
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Whip and haul our backs on fire
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Sanctify our lord and saviour
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Our deceiver calls for prayer
(Recipe for crucifixion)
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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10. |
To The Gallows
04:39
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To the gallows
Rouwr!
Verse 1
To live or let die
is ours to question life
Take the nun from behind
Gather for masses!
Break the maggot filled bread
Drink the blood red wine
Eat like swine
Now does your god smile?
Chorus:
As I impale your wife, your daughter
My mind gets fueled by the senseless slaughter
We cower death for us to lie
Now, does your god smile?
I crucify your wife, your daughter
I wash my hands, my ears fill with laughter
Come now, follow the path to the gallows
Shove the cross down her throat to see her swallow
Verse 2
So go to your paradise
Soon you’ll realize
Wet caves of unholy faith
you'll be eaten in Eden!
Faith is bleeding
Beware the watcher
The great deceiver
My face will be the last thing you'll see!
Chorus:
I sacrifice your wife, your daughter
My mind gets fueled by the senseless slaughter
We cower death for us to lie
Now, does your god smile?
I crucify your wife, your daughter
I wash my hands, my ears fill with laughter
Come now, follow the path to the gallows
Shove the cross down her throat to see her swallow
Chorus:
I execute your wife, your daughter
My mind gets fueled by the senseless slaughter
We cower death for us to lie
Now, does your god smile?
I crucify your wife, your daughter
I wash my hands, my ears fill with laughter
Come now, follow the path to the gallows
Shove the cross down her throat to see her swallow
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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11. |
Clown
04:42
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Clown
Verse 1
I'm walking down through the forest
telling souls to go with the rest
standing by the line of the death
run away and cut out your breath
such a lifeless stands in my way
freaked out minded, going to stay
hunting souls using a hammer
I'm not your saviour I am a spammer
Pre-chorus
i'll chase you wherever you go
in my toy car, affected with snow
you've got nowhere to fuckin hide
if you ran away you could've died
with my clooooowns
Chorus
(i am the clown)
hide in your sweet innocent dreams
(i am the clown)
get in the van and get some ice cream
(i am the clown)
there's no way you can wake up without some screams
i'm the clown
and i'll take you doooown... to my circus
Verse 2
felt some ghost from other hoods
luring some into the wooods
sharpening up the saws and knives
one way flight to the afterlife
No chance for you to run away
It's really magic how you can stay
chopping heads that's what i do
I know you might not like it too
Verse 3
Now I know how much it will take
I still got human trophies to make
Carving out the jaws n’ eyes
One empty carcass filled with lies
The smell of death is getting to me
Taste the gore, creation of thee
My mind is but a barren puke
Seed the puke with human fuel
Pre-chorus
i'll chase you wherever you go
in my toy car, affected with snow
you've got nowhere to fuckin hide
if you ran away you could've died
with my clooooowns
Chorus 2
(i am the clown)
hide in your sweet innocent dreams
(i am the clown)
get in the van and get some ice cream
(i am the clown)
there's no way you can wake up without some screams
i'm the clown
and i'll take you doooown... to my circus
[Chorus 3]
(i am the clown)
hide in your sweet innocent dreams
(i am the clown)
get in the van and get some ice cream
(i am the clown)
there's no way you can wake up without some screams
i'm the clown
and i'll take you doooown... to my circus
Song wirters: Omar Alabed/ Mads Buur Holbeck
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12. |
Onwards
04:37
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ONWARDS
ONWARDS MOTHERFUCKERS
VERSE 1
Cocked and loaded, death in our eyes
The answer for life is what men thrives
But mere men won't know their end
Inscripted tombstones, inscripted tombstones :Make ammence
VERSE 2
Pay tribute for genocide
Men have come here rrrr, men have come here, ready to die
Breaths in hundreds, silently awaiting
(Waiting) my signal, I am ordering their death
Stand dooown.... Hold your groound
Pulses shutteeer
ONWARDS MOTHERFUCKERS!!!
Onwards motherfuckers
Onwards motherfuckers
Onwards motherfuckers
VERSE 3
I hold the torch of life, in my left hand
But with my right, I extinguish life
Mere puppets will know- what to come
It's death! Its death for those who don't play the doomdrums
Stand dooown... Hold your groound
Pulses shutter
ONWARDS MOTHERFUCKERS!!
Onwards Motherfuckers
Onwards Motherfuckers
Onwards Motherfuckers
Onwards Motherfuckers
Onwards Motherfuckers
Onwards Motherfuckers
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
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