Beast From Hell is melodic death metal for the doomed and the damned – a demon biker tearing through war zones, neon wastelands and broken love. From „Ride or Die“ and „The Beast Rises“ to „Lost in War“, „Love and Death“ and the cold glow of „Neon Dreams“, every track hits like a steel boot to the chest. Crank it, burn out, and let the engine drown out everything else.




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Paper Airplanes

[intro]

[Verse 1]

I wake before the horizon remembers its duty.
streets barely breathing, relishing in beauty.
and your world already twitches in the half-light for yours truly.
A woman slips out of a stranger’s door, in her disheveled beauty
mascara tilted like a confession of a sinful vanity
You think dawn erases evidence to beat the clock.
It doesn’t.
I’m perched here, watching your real selves, caught
before your fake ones catch up, processing  your warped thoughts.

[Chorus]

I am the Early Bird,
collector of the unscheduled-the unfiltered, 
things that shouldn't be heard,
you hope no one witnesses.
Your morning spirals fall into my lap
like donations to the secret act
that you're never meant to recognize.
I don’t judge—
I simply notice,
and noticing is enough.

[Verse 2]

A man digs a hole before sunrise,
hands shaking like the shovel owes him answers, Suprise!
He looks at me, whispers, “Don’t make noise.”
Like I will chirp and blow is ploy.
Sir… I’ve documented worse than you.
Across the street, two people argue in a parked car,
gestures sharp, voices thick with unfinished choices.
In the trunk, muffled voices.
They never see me sitting on the mirror,
studying them like a strange morning ritual.
But I see all your patterns, the stuff missed by all!

[Chorus]

I am the Early Bird,
patron of unintentional theater.
While you try to be unheard,  
I am here watching your fear
I archive the truth ensured
you will never hear.
Don’t resent me—
you’re the ones performing
your ill deeds for all to peer.

[Bridge]

Your species is loud
when it believes it’s quiet.
Your secrets glow behind the mists and clouds.
and yet no one claims to be behind it.
I am not a spy—
I am simply awake
at moments you prefer buried,
I'm there to take.

[Breakdown]

A sharp cry—
not warning,
just confirmation.
I saw it.
Every part of it.
I never forget.

[long solo[

[Final Chorus]

I am the Early Bird,
and the morning belongs to me.
Keep your afternoons of ignoranced gless
with your masks and your practiced smiles.
I’ll take the unscripted moments—the wild---
the ones you deny existed.
Trust me:
they existed.

[Outro]

Sun rises slow, pretending it saw nothing.
You stretch, you yawn,
you greet the day like it’s innocent.
I lift off, carrying your real stories
in the space between my wings.

[long solo]

Nabataea (2020 Remaster)

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