Dalszövegek
Blood Gas Flames Bones

you got two arms, you got two legs but if you think this will last for the rest of life, you are wrong... feel the axe, feel the knife amputation feel

born as a cripple, body misfigured tortured from continious hurts creeping through existence no conversation, no tender caress only spitted upon, pushed

something loudless, invisible has infected your body can't recognized that your days are counted you think you got a cold but the next day you spit out

flames and gas flames devours all skin flames devours all hair flames devours all flesh those flames devours all bones flames devours everything remaining gold and bones

death rides with me tonight inflamed with endless hate a victim in my sight I will be your fate how many bombs to kill? how many tons of dynamite? how

kill the slut called hope when darkness enshrouds the light I'll destroy your futile race your children will learn to be warriors on the land soiled by their parents blood

look out - he follows you, follows gentle took his might from your blood guarded at your homedoor as a child you felt his greed behind stack and darkened

move on, hold and drag invade no ones land take a look in their starved eyes mean more than a leading hand now scrape and borrow in grimness the groaning

die Haut so bleich, so unberuhrt die Lichtung der Blick so klar in des schopfers Richtung es ist nicht einfach die Lebzeit zu verwalten doch um so leichter