Kriegsmaschine piosenki

Bless this teeth, bless these nails! Raping and tearing the hopes of man. Bless this mouth, bless this tongue, poisoning the world with seed youve sown. A putrid worm in every crust, an empty word, an aimless path, the broken bonds, the traces lost, rott...

I alone have known all shades of the horror. I am the pit without sun, where blind beasts dwell. I am the revenant at the very bottom of the source. Never to grow weary. Running on doubt. Dead thoughts, dead movements, dead ideals, dead desires. Beneath this w...

This is how we judge a man - by his scars We lick the pus and we taste the flesh Dipe our iron fangs in half - healed wounds The stench of blood tells us of his soul We hunt the ones touched by angels Regain our godhood with carnal ways We lick the pus...

Covered in infant blood and angelic faeces, stalking through the crumbling ruins of Basileia, a putrid, odious disturbance in perfect balance of the primal void. A blind, sickening malediction with only one urge: to relentlessly grow its warm, bubbling pu...

We are the ones who are living for shaking the world We will set it on fire and leave it to burn No one will tell us what to do and deny our rights We're laughing at your damnations as same as the praises 'Cos it's time to kill Death is calling, nearby c...

My prophecy is a nightmare. My path is a like a hedge of thorns. On to the burning wastes. On to the great rift. To harvest the bitter fruit and drink from the barren springs. My land is roamed by worms. My teeth is gnashing. A shrine of flesh that had risen....

He'd cut himself open. Plant the seeds of plague within. Wear a scripture of scars. Caress the acerbic gangrene. Build on decay. Grow upon failure. Absorb rot. Devour corruption. Feed on ruin. Crawl through the pits. Gaze into gray skies. Swallow the ashen ard...

Brethren! Shall your loving hands strangle each others throat in praise of chaos, blossoming pukeridden flowers of doubt. Let the hatred take over all what was said and thought to erase logic and reason and turn the consciousness down. Cut your skin and...

How come this light reveals none of its source and nature, as it guides the thirsty through lands of drought to new springs? In purest suffering lies purest insight. A faint gleam of bottomless perdition. Many are called yet none will be chosen. Cold sun...

Cursed is he that heareth the words of the gospel of wrath For he hath a new sun within him that shineth so bright So the smoke of his torment shall ascend forever There is a word that teacheth our hands to war To bring forth the day that man dawneth anew...