Illusions of growing up.. Your world is falling down.. Beliefs you once held true, lie six feet underground.. You can kiss your dreams goodbye.. Weakness dedicates your fate..
Hold on to whatever you can. There will be blood to pay. What others build others destroy. For a greater good. . Mindless masses full of fear. Controlled by those who dare.
Conquer through ashes of nuclear flame. Unleashing a pest on the world. Manifest thoughts of devastation. The journeys about to unfold. . Given power over a fourth of the earth.
Vapnare under nordens baner. Framat - Nidingblod ar ert elixir. Av jord ar niding kommen. Jord skall niding ater varda. . Drakens ornament i hallen gloda.
complacency will kill, apathy is complicity,. we stand on the verge of being meshed into an escapable corporate fascist scientific planetary regime,. the empire sprawls death, destruction, and domination,.
Our clean-cut leaders. In dirty money they deal. Transactions undercover. They bribe, divert and steal. . Industry bosses. And the political class. Scratching each others back and.
I was born in "Dirty Town", early heard the heavy sound. Of pounding drums and loud guitars on the radio. My mama always said to me "Boy it's time for you to see.
Hello, my name is Johnny. Well, hello, my name is Johnny. I like exploit myself. And I like to complain in vein. . Sweet little boy. Johnny. Sweet little boy.
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot. One that smiled, when he flew over the bay. Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot. One that smiled, when he flew over the bay.
Blut, Blut Ruber saufen Blut. Raub und Mord und berfall sind gut. hoch vom Galgen klingt es. hoch vom Galgen klingt es. Raub und Mord und berfall sind gut!.
Blut, Blut Räuber saufen Blut. Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut. hoch vom Galgen klingt es. hoch vom Galgen klingt es. Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut!.
There were three farmers in the north, as they were passing by. they swore an oath so mighty oh that Barleycorn should die. one of them said: drown him and the other sad: hang him high.
DEEP WITHIN THE ENDLESS BLUE. I SEE A SILHOUETTE. THE EMINENCE OF THE SEA. HE IS ON HIS TRAIL TO HIS FORSEEN DESTINY TOWARDS THE. ARCTIC SEA. HIS REIGN WAS SILENT.
Time waits for no one. No holy saviour came again. It's here now, my old friend. And it's time to go home.... Back to the stars. Now I know how it sounds.
So you're a stranger in our town we've got an offer. Please sit down, listen close to the words. Down by the river there's a mill, a haunted place. Where evil fills every rafter and stone.
Dark, strange Transylvania. Mysterious land. Where the Death's close at hand. The journey has come to an end. The coach arrives at the castle. He gets out and stares.
Keep me around, waiting behind glass. In case you need, I'll be your piece of ass. Pretend to want me, string me along. Break glass if need, you can make me crawl.
He's my fuel, He's my fire. He's my desire, O Jesus. He's my break, He's my gas. We'll kick some ass. For His Kingdom. . Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.. . He's my map on the track.