#deathflag

hashtag deathflag
fire bomber, flash back
sportmanship attitude
afterburner, war salute

air raid, rare hate
motherfucker, death fate
comrade, hell date, battle
hashtag deathflag
on the radio heavy metal

high above the clouds of cotton
we came from the sunset light
rest your finger on the button
in our might there is the right

60 miles, east, west
target tracking system test
supersonic, supercruise
turbine screaming power blues

homing missiles live
machine gun, nose dive
motherfucker, death fate
crosshair, aim, annihilate

high above the clouds of cotton
we came from the sunset light
rest your finger on the button
in our might there is the right

#deathflag / Power Blues

Carnivore Territory

This song is dedicated to the rowdies of the football-derbies in the western german industrial area of the notorious early 80ies.
There’s original voice footage included from Dortmund's "Borussen Front" Hooligan street gang: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIsNNj20YMY
It’s a winking worship to the spirit of the unteachable oldschool football culture...

Moustache Mayhem

Apartment 27

THE HUNT 

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Warpath
Warpath

Do you believe in peace?
They trick you into unfair treaties
Don't you try to hide and run?
Sneak at them and get the gun
and shoot

Silhouettes at the horizon
Men on mustangs, blood red sun
They come and try but we will prove
Crush your peace pipes, everyone
Everyone
Crush your peace pipes, everyone

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on 
The hunt is on
(Now it's time for tomahawk)


Pale face speaking with split toungue
selling marbles and firewater
Slaughtering our buffaloes
now we steal and sell your daughter

Don't you bring me peace and freedom
now get out my tipi door
Take your cattle, take your bible
Take your smallpox, this means war 
This means war
This means war

The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on



(Death bells taken from the Neckargerach's Michaelskirche)

The Hunt

An ode to the power of Romans, and Romans knew no boundaries. When they expanded their realm to the Hadrian's wall, where they met wild men, wearing longer skirts, waving longer swords, the question if they had mightier genitals could historically never been solved. Was that the boundaries for the Romans?


PROLOGUE

Come on, free men of Rome!
Don’t you want your life adventure?
Fight for freedom, fight for the free republic
Give your life some meaning and force

We will conquer the outskirts of the known world
We will civilise the most rebellious tribes
You’ll be a hero in the first row

Fight for glory, fight for the free republic
So join the legion of Rome
Get your spear
And join the legion right now


Verse 1

Join the legion get your spear
The republic to prevail
Fight for Rome and there’s no fear
Thousand soldiers shouting „hail“

Cross the Alps and go to France
Roman standart sexy flirt
Hannibal and elephants
Muscle calves and mini skirt


Prechorus 1

We are hard cause we don’t care
So don’t mess with Roman legionnaire
Flank will storm with deadly horse
You provoked so then of course


Ref 1

Everybody in a row
You’re the hero shout and fight and go
Fuck yourself and go to hell
Penis envy infidel


Verse 2

From Egypt to the Hadrian’s wall
Blonde and straight or black and curled
Barbarians, we like them all

But Rome is the center of the world
From Persia to Atlantic sea
Turtle shields tight formation
Total power domination

Pain immortal legionnaire
Warrior kilt and Claymore sword
Don’t you stare for underwear
Highland legion overlord


[Melody Excess]


Ref 2

Everybody in a row
You’re the hero, shout and fight and go
Penis short Bavarian
This is not Frank Farian

Everybody in a row (everybody in a row)
Fuck yourself and go to hell
Penis envy infidel (penis envy infidel)

You’re the hero, shout and and fight and go!

Everybody In A Row

In The Face Of Tyranny

Burn The Warehouse Down

MR URINATOR

Another day of high school madness
Teacher calls to come in front of class
Girls are giggling, boys look evil
Everybody is an asshole, everybody laughs

Later on the way to toilet
Every lesson, every break
3 guys wait behind the corner
Sweatbox, kicks you have to take

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for soul castration
Call me Mr. Urinator
Bring it on to my damnation

Another day of high school madness
Pushed the head to toilet bowl
Urine taste and strangulation
Break my body, break my soul

No more toilet, no more bully
Fuck yourself, don’t call me names
Pissface, Mr. Urinator
No more suffer, no more games

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for your predation
Call me Mr. Urinator
Brace your brain for urination

Another day of high school madness
Wait behind the toilet door
Lurking ambush, turn the tables
Kick the bully to the floor

Push his head into the toilet
Hear him suffer, hear him cry
Whack the lid against his head
Watch him bleed and watch him die

Watch his brain squeeze in the bowl
Get your dick his brain to pee
Call me Mr. Urinator
Now I’m avenged, now I’m free!

Call me Mr. Urinator
I am here for soul salvation
Call me Mr. Urinator
Brace your head for your damnation

Mr Urinator

Alongside ‘In the Face Of Tyranny’ and ‘Burn The Warehouse Down’, this is the third song planned for a concept album/EP that thematically deals with the terrorist activities of the Rote Armee Fraktion in the Bundesrepublik Deutschland in the late 60s and 70s.

Days Of Missionary Craze

The chorus theme is inspired by the very snappy 90s dance floor smash hit ‘Friends’ by the enchanting Stella Getz
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mU-L6TSBh8

Lyrics:
Truck Stop Killer

Early in the morning light
On the road, she has me back
Instant coffee and morning papers
Leader of the one-man-pack

Engine muffles, desperate cry
Memories will never die
 
Days they come and days they go
Nothing really lasts forever
Roads they come and roads they go
Nothing really lasts forever

Eternal road goes endless straight
Cutting through the dimming oaks
Every mile torfeits in distance
Every mile a memory that chokes

Off the road there is a truck stop
Evening in neon light
Off the road they find some comfort
Leave the lifeline, luck invite

Feelings come and feelings go
Nothing really lasts forever
Girls they come and girls they go
Nothing really lasts forever

Desperate souls in twilight shimmer
Ashtray, beer and stare the wall
8 – Ball table, final quarter
Runaway abandoned call

Forever, ever
Forever!
Nothing really lasts 
forever!

The Truck Stop Killer-Song

Uwe Barschel (* 13.05.1944, † 11.10.1987) was a German politician of the CDU. He was Minister President of Schleswig-Holstein from 1982 to 1987 after serving as a state minister. After a scandal that arose during the 1987 state election campaign, which caused a sensation as the Barschel affair, led him to resign, he was found dead in the Beau-Rivage Hotel in Geneva on October 11, 1987. The circumstances of Barschel's death are still disputed today.

(Barschel was charismatic, eloquent and struck a pleasantly moderate tone for a CDU politician. And at 38 he was the youngest head of government of a German state at the time. 
Fun fact: Barschel received the Bambi media award in 1986)

Uwe Barschel

Suppressed historical facts about the Neckar region:
In addition to southern Hessen and the Franconian region, Baden and northern Württemberg are also among the regions in which there were documented attacks on humans by frogs, salamanders and toads between the end of the 15th century and the 1530s. In the villages of Neckarzimmern, Haßmersheim and Neckarmühlbach alone, there were 21 attacks in 1524, resulting in a total of thirteen deaths among the inhabitants, seven of whom were children of kindergarten or primary school age.
In 1531, the town chronicle of Eberbach reports of regular hunts by frogs and amphibians with sticks and stones on the inhabitants of Eberbach and Hirschhorn in meadows and marshes in “considerable” numbers, in which there were “again many victims to mourn”.

Remarkably, these facts remained completely unknown for a long time. The reason for this can be cited as the efforts of the local associations, which were tightly run by the National Socialists from 1933 to 1956, to falsify history through book burnings, denial campaigns and deliberate misdirection in order to establish, reinforce and nourish the legend of the Aryan and thus invincible superhuman.

Tadpoles To The Arms
(Derived and reinterpreted from an old forest-pond kindergarten song for tadpoles and little frog and toad children)

Born in a pond
near nowhere
The heir to the throne,
Can you feel his power?

Built up strong.
Just arms and legs must grow.
Crown and scepter will be mine
Gonna bring you harm and pain!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Go you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles dive deep
Don’t try to compete!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow your legs and throw your back
Conquer might and conquer land
Grow your pride and go attack

Neither as lamb nor wulf
As frog I’ll be your god
King of the puddle
Emperior of the pond

The lurch is at my feet
Even waterlillies pay homage
Crown and scepter are the tools
To rule the universe!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles achieve
tremendous force!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Tadpoles, to the arms...

Tadpoles To The Arms

This song is about a boy who grew up in precarious circumstances in Boston, MA, legally blind, excluded and mobbed in school, but who developed a great sense of hearing and imitating sounds and voices, who used his abilities in telephone chats where he found his new community and was highly respected for his pranks which included swatting, sexual harassment, blackmail and various further crimes.
His activities, which resulted in more than 60 SWAT team deployments, eventually got him a jail sentence of more than 11 years.
This song is about the unique and remarkable story of Matthew W.


THE BOY THAT HEARD TOO MUCH

The mother had a low-wage job
The mother was away all day
The father was an alcoholic
The father was a violent tyrant
At school he couldn’t follow
Rolling blind eyes, overweight
He had no friends and he turned silent
And his mind turned violent

12668 - got your number, take the bait
21449 - hold the line, you’re mine

Control signal  rolling eyes
Random number roll the dice
Hating, dating, ring back tone
Party crime on telephone

No more time for school
Young boy free phone dial
Adults with too much free time
Threäts and sex and trial
Check their style and check their habits
Copy and manipulate
Echo whistling control signals
Blackmail, punish, fuck you, mate

44298 - I phreak you out, you feel the hate

Control signal  rolling eyes
Random number roll the dice
Hating, dating ring back tone
Party crime on telephone

Control signal rolling eyes
Roll the dice
556 and 4 - let the bodies hit the floor

Phone call chat room, action gang
Topple trouble, gangster rank
SWATting ambush, stopping strike
Stormtroop violence, spanking prank
Sex crime, blackmail to submission
Hit the keys and hit the heat
Bloom the system to perdition
Beat the money and the meat

12340 - listen to my benis grow
00 and 10 - listen yet again

The Boy That Heard Too Much

My Love Is Strong

My love is strong, Baby
Stronger than your boyfriend
And neither is your boyfriend
Stronger than me
So leave the poor bagger
Talking to his boys and
Let's go and find a place
Where he can see

My love is long, Baby
Longer than your boyfriend's
And neither is your boyfriend's 
Longer than mine
So leave the poor bagger
Talking to his homoboys
And come with me
I promise you
I'll make you 
sunshine

My Love Is Strong

Lazer Touch

Sometimes more like Mr Darcy
Sometimes more like Orry Main
Open to me your subway station
So I can land my airoplane
Kiss me cause I am not Adolf
I hope you like me much
Because I am the the lazer wolf
I know you want my lazer touch
Lazer touch
Lazer touch

Show me your heart
and show me your mountains
Because I was in Ninja school
I am lost inside your woods
My techniques are supercool
Pondarosa shooting out
You're the cow and I'm the boy
Prairie on fire, seventh cloud
Indian stake of sexy joy

Kiss me because I am not Adolf
I hope you like me much
Because I am the lazer wolf
I know you want my lazer touch
Sometimes more like Mr Darcy
Sometimes more like Orry Main
Open to me your subway station
So I can land my airoplane
So I can land my airoplane
So I can land my airoplane

Lazer Touch

School Is Out Forever

Rest Your Soul

Brain Destroyer

Freedom Slaves Of Plastic Town

The Grizzly Came To Kill

Pedal To The Metal

Teenagers In Black

The Frogman's Arise

Throw The Guilt

Three men who like rocking garage heavy metal (80s and 90s thrash metal, oldschool death, punk, grind rock and stuff), drinking beer and texting funny, amazing and bloodthirsty lyrics (Highschool problematics, German historical problematics, frogs, panters/lepards/tigers etc., cold war, Punic Wars, Sioux wars, murderer, true crime etc). And drinking beer.

PoWer dEath PaNtHeR cLaW

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