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LYRICS:

It lives un our heads forever,
Sowing the seeds of war.
It makes people stand together,
Making them create the waves of gore.
Black flames lighten the roads to
Eternal ways to breed the massacre.
Spore of this was born in the dawn of years
When there was the first stone hatchet.

No one can avoid the butchery,
It's too typical for our kind.
Figures in dark raise their hands
You can't resist the will above.

Hordes of unholy cults is an
Art of illumination in burning.
Tear the prosperity wombs,
Retribution when their bodies falling...
End of this rage and madness,
Dirt, blood and kill, and nothing more matters.
Sometimes, just some words of a thousand
Makes you know what contents the hatred.

They stand bowed praying silent,
Hearing the fame of centuries old.
The endless circle of praises and violence,
In the end of it all it will cover the world.
But I feel the horrible freedom,
I grab the victims'knives from the floor.
The tenths of eyes watch and can't believe it,
I came so close so let us rock.

Gurgling the blood first one crawled down the wall,
The people stand stoned.
The wave of pain flowed outside my eyes,
Soon the all I see will be burnt.
The veil of rage switches out my mind,
My hands move without brain control.
The veil of rage... They all will die,
Whatever they've done if they pleaded or crawled.

No one can avoid the butchery,
It's too typical for our kind.
Figures in dark raise their hands
You can't resist the will above.

Hordes of unholy cults is an
Art of illumination in burning.
Tear the prosperity wombs,
Retribution when their bodies falling...
End of this rage and madness,
Dirt, blood and kill, and nothing more matters.
Sometimes, just some words of a thousand
Makes you know what contents the hatred.

My body walked outside,
My soul died with all the killed.
I walk beside the ballroom of dust,
They couldn't save themselves too so they was not to live.
Now I am the recipient of hatred,
My will will walk with them in times.
I ain't of rage, this meal eated colded,
I call the death, I am the prime...

Hordes of unholy cults is an
Art of illumination in burning.
Tear the prosperity wombs,
Retribution when their bodies falling...
End of this rage and madness,
Dirt, blood and kill, and nothing more matters.
Sometimes, just some words of a thousand
Makes you know what contents the hatred.

H.A.T.R.E.D.

testo: Croma
produzione: Croma Studio


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Vocals: SVICIXE/DNAG3
Guitars: Richy Rich Jackson aka Mr. Grindcore
Bass: $!C Vicious as $!C Vicious Himself
Drums: Johnny Lemon Haze Motor

Lyrics:: By SVICIXE/DNAG3

Growl:
Kein Ende in Sicht
Alles dunkel der Nebel ist dicht/

Rap:
Ich Rauche kippe nach kippe
Meine haut vom ritzen zerschnitten/
Schaff es nicht in der mitte zu sitzen
Ich denke nach von der klippe zu springen/
Sie blickt in meine augen
Kann mir selber nicht mehr trauen/
Kann die Bilder nicht vergessen
Auf pillen keinen himmel mehr
versprechen/
Die lieder sind ätzend doch ich lieb es zu rappen bis die Stimm bänder brechen/

Bridge:High Scream
Im a motherfucking Black hole
Gimme drugs till im back drowned/
It's always the same
Always just pain/

Rap:
Ich bin gefangen zwichen metal und rap
Alles stress bin nicht gut doch vergesse den rest /
Dämonen im kopf sind ätzend wie pepp
Das Lächeln verdrängt/
Hab krämpfe im bauch
Ne ganzen zeit nur aufm Teppich gepennt/
Ich bin klein doch kämpfe mich raus
Aus dem loch voll dampfenden Schlamm/
Der sake ist warm Und lagert im darm /
Ich fahre Auf bahn die Bahnen entlang
Ich war doch zu lang ein Harzer verdammt/
Arbeit ist gut doch schlafen entspannt

Bridge:High Pitch Scream
Im a motherfucking Black hole
Gimme drugs till im back drowned/

Rap:
Argh, Jahre lang nur reste fressen /
Jahre lang keine Hemden wechseln
Jahre lang auf der stelle tänzeln /
Jahre lang keinen mut zum springen haben
Mein leben war gefickt seit den kinder tagen/
Ich schreib nen assi track
Jag die masse weg /
Und lass deine bitch zittern
Wie ne bassfrequenz/
Das ist alles echt
Und ich wandelte/
Mit hashis packs auf den abgang tracks
Schlitz mich auf bis die narbe wäschst/
Der gott verdammte rasen nässt

Bridge:High Pitch Scream
Im a motherfucking Black hole
Gimme drugs till im back drowned/

H.A.T.R.E.D.

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