In this country, we live and we die. Paranoid violence, we're sick of your lies. Hatred runs deep in the eyes of the youth. Your prejudice is sickening, we'll make the our own truth.
HOWLING WINDS ARE SCREAMING ROUND. AND THE RAIN COMES POURING DOWN. DOORS ARE LOCKED AND BOLTED DOWN. AS THE THING CRAWLS IN YOUR TOWN. . STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL ONE OF A KIND.
WINTERNIGHT - TIME TO DIE - ENTER THE DOMAIN OF DARK. MYSTIC FRAGMENTS - MAGIC SPELL - LOST IN FORMER TIMES. OCCULT POWERS RAISE THE DEAD - THE ROTTEN COME TO LIFE.
[Music and Lyrics: Oneil Alexander]. . Her dying embrace still haunts within. through the blackest shade of nightfall. her enchanting voice it whispers serenades.
no time for love you don't ask why.. your pillow's warm.. slip on your sandals imagine you are off to the ball.. they weren't awake you close the door.
i thought we were free till i found out different.. i thougt we'd escape. but we still have to wait.. you helped me stay calm though we've been bombarded..
the fool has said in his heart. "there is no God". he loves evil more than good. deceit from his tongue. no one who understands. no one who could. fire will come upon those who refuse.
Nothing. . I can't describe what you're feeling. Somehow you keep me from falling. Your mind is so gone that you created. Your world that keeps me from falling.
I am scared of nothing. I'm a slave, to machines. I live and die a recreation.. of my dreams. It's time to bleed.. it's time for me. The New Slave Nation.
Come a little closer. Come near and you will see. You might find the peace I sense. Out there, almost within reach. . With the headlights on. With a pocket full of stones.
Reality, reflection. I'm the fire-feeding. The world around is built by us. And us is more than all of you and me. . In the end. Nothing is true. What has been and is, will be.
I feel I'm becoming mechanized. . I feel I'm becoming mechanized. World spinning before me made computerized. . Separate from soul. Giving up control.
Hanging on the CROSS the price was paid. Blood shed for remission of sins. You don't care well that's too bad. There will be a price to pay. HE'S the living GOD.
Hatred rising, hatred of your kind. Reasons denied and your soul lies dead inside. . No salvation. Dig your own grave. No salvation. . Faith collapsing blind eyes for suffering.
Primitive nature of man. Violent. Hatred building within. Opressed. Powerless slaves of the state. Controlled. Sudden explosion of hate. Revolt. . Release from authority.
Years of hatred poisoned lives. Defend, blinded, desensitized. . Open wounds never heal. Cancer grows within. . Dying nation in confrontation. Reckless nation, nation of hate.
Do you feel the foul stench in the air?. Like corpses left to rot in the sun. Nearly dead parasites trying desperately to survive. It smells like humans.
Putrescine and cadaverine. The pungent twins of putridity. Colorless and syrupy. Biogenic amines.... Putrescine and cadaverine. Vapor of ornithine. The stench of death visits me.
Where in Hell did You get so wrong. You're out to ban Rock 'n Roll songs. You want the people to follow You. Rule the masses, that's Rock 'n Roll too.