Rage Nucléaire piosenki

Utter hatred, an old-time hatred: of this hatred we are kin, because some people are only good for bullets Let's talk about your future: simply stated, you don't have one; let it all end without sweetness, without the thoughtfulness of suicide It's time to r...

In a field littered with people Amongst which corpses grow were enacted feats of war As man was born to be killed "Your screaming is music: sing to me Sing your pain with funeral shrieks" Kill the face No Identity Kill the heart rip them all apart Kill the s...

The song of metal striking bone And the smoke of a thousand burning men: In this theater of cruelty, Blood and fire hold dominion over all Passive aggression is not enough (and) silence is never a recourse; It falls to us to purge the land Poinium Cherem The...

Thou art not the offspring of silence Thou are not the righteous hammer of god Thou hast not fashioned a proper temple of war Thy strength is not as might as a rock from the sky Is this what you call your house of war, You fucking pigs? Get thee hence behind...

Jihad begins in earnest with the taking of a pawn, then a retaliatory strike slicks the ground with blood Black pawn's white neighbour to the front is taken down, to be avenged by a Knight the following moves involve more pawns (being) slaughtered by Knights...

In the charnel land of the Damned, in a child's Garden of graves, Insanity has planted fields of the Crucified; their heads point to the parched Earth under vermillion skies On each side of a blasted path, as far as the Eye can see: row upon row of crosses; m...

"My urine is divine", I think she said but the words came out awash in blood Let mine eyes be thine, Impieta In this age of desire, before I decay Black stone window into heaven Answer me, answer me: What is kinship Of fertility With sacrosanct filth and dis...

In a religion based on feces, all angels are soul-flies, and white worms find the human, the writhing human who dies Craft shows its inverted hand, with its sickly corpsewater shine, to guide the white worms of Murder, to show them where to dine Blood sits i...

Thou hast sinned a great sin: To rejoice in destruction To revel in bones Let us participate in a plan, A common plan of conspiracy For the happy accomplishment of crimes against peace In no particular order, here's a list of proposed activities: administe...

There's something loose in the garden, With soul so dead and cankered heart like his blind hammer in this house of shadows and blood, murder is an alternative lifestyle This is where we cut out their livers and hearts and ate the This well is blood and we dr...

[I - The Hangman ] Some days in the singing forest, The trees whisper to each other; Soon they know they will bear the weight of an entire town Certain faces give one lots to hate; Certain voices give one cause to hang and so they hang [II - Human fat used...

Toilet slaves who eat shit and beg for it, lusty bitches: bound, gagged and whipped, a nine-year-old girl forced to give head: but this is snuff - she gets pumped full of lead and the walls came down, and the band played on and the song remains the same... Ma...

Suspendatur per collum Turn Death's darkest shades: all the colours of asphyxia; Thou art hanged, but thy Seed is quick 0 Gallowsborn, unsoiled by light, [2x] bring the plague; Bring corpselights from the Carcasscape, [2x] bring the plague; Up from plague p...

"spare the bloodbaths, spoil the vermin" Bloodwolf Incarnate has his shadows against the sky; his Empire is one of faces where all hope dies A Decision is hammered out, and calls for Special Handlers; the Ultimate Reckoning: Administrative Dissolution There...

(we are ashes...) Leave us in our Silent Mansions, in this place of sunlight and roses, for nothing dies here, not anymore; the Aktions are done, and we are dust To the mad laughter of machineguns, we descended into such along graves; we subhumans, we bleed...

Your right to live does not supersede my need to KILL you "What whore shat you into the world?" There is no "murder", here: this shit was never born You haven't lived and I can't un-KILL you; you have no names I can recall Everything is cold, finished... rui...

In these, the Last Days before Armageddon, comes the mighty nightstorm, (and) the Mist brings the Chosen Black against blue, the Raven has flown; Darkness, now, as the world closes (now) there be fewer dogs, with each swing of the Axe; all Aktion is prayer:...