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Hang all the living 'till they're dead
Start a war to end a war in your head
Watch the crimson dawn as blood rains from the sky
Target destroyed, another target destroyed
Cleans the earth with the fires of choronzon
Target destroyed, another target destroyed
Lead: Delahaye
I am the enemy of the grandest kind
Extinction of the human race is on my mind
And what's the point of digging countless graves
When there's no-one left to dig these countless graves
On the killing fields the countdown has begun
Target destroyed, another target destroyed
For a nihilist nothing is at least something
Target destroyed, another target destroyed
Melodies: Delahaye
Hang all the living 'till they're dead
Start a war to end a war in your fucking head
Watch the crimson dawn as blood rains from the sky
Target destroyed, target destroyed, another target destroyed
Cleans the earth with the fires of choronzon
I am the enemy of the grandest kind
What's the point of digging countless graves
When there's no-one left to dig these countless graves
Lead: Sattler
On the killing fields the countdown has begun
Target destroyed, target destroyed, another target destroyed
For a nihilist nothing is at least something
Target destroyed, target destroyed, another target destroyed
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From the south they came
In battle for the king of Spain
In the lowlands hell
After the iconoclast
Heretics rage unbound
Against the church
The duke of Alva, coming from Spain
Fought our country with an iron will
Raised the blood council the devil's way
Their army came so strong
To control this land they thought
They forgot the sea
Then the buccaneers they came
To fight arch enemy Spain
Reclaim our land
This war would last for 80 years
The prince of Nassau, lead this rebel land
Victory, the enemies defeat
Win the war against arch enemy Spain
Lead: Delahaye
The king of spain, sick and tired of this game
Hired an assassin, Balthazar
This rebel leader had to be taken away
To become the assassins prey, Balthazar
Lead: Delahaye
The duke of Alva, coming from Spain
Lost this country against his masters will
Retreated his armies or what was left
Then the assassin came to kill our prince for Spain
Shot in the head
From the south they came
In battle for the king of Spain
In the lowlands hell
Balthazar, Balthazar, I forgive you
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Sigma Enigma
I am the leader of the local mob
I live by the rules of crime
I have never felt any remorse
When I oppressed the weak
I need you to satisfy my need for greed
To reach my goal I became a politician
I will tell you all the things you wanna hear
Empowered by my propaganda system
Sigma enigma
I open the door to a new dimension
Sigma enigma
I will create your reality
Believe in me, I am the answer to your questions
To be concealed forever and ever
All of them who once where against me
Just dissappeared like they'd never been there
I am so good, I am the greatest
Live by my code, it's all based on fear
Sigma enigma
I open the door to a new dimension
Sigma enigma
Your God is dead so here I am
Believe in me, I am the answer to your questions
To be concealed forever and ever
Lead: Delahaye
My way is just another road to ruin
You don't know, you shouldn't know anyway
I lie to you, I rip you off but you don't see it
When you find out who I really am it's too late
Sigma enigma -
I open the door to a new dimension
Sigma enigma
Follow me into my hell
Sigma enigma
Nothing is really what it seems
Sigma enigma
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A lady, cold blooded, dressed in tight fitting white
She possesses a mansion
Her home better known as the lair of the white worm
Her eyes, a deeper green, glowing light in the dark
And at night she's a snake
Dwelling in the pits of the lair of the white worm
A secret well preserved
She's lurking in the dark
No-one ever made it back alive
No-one knows it is her
Monstrosity in a human form
She's a thing of the night
She transforms in a snake in the lair of the white worm
The pit in her house goes down to the bowels of the earth
Pray God you'll never meet this creature from the deep of the lair of the white worm
Lead: Delahaye
Blood stains on her neck, her breasts
Her eyes show she's aroused
The bodies in the pit, ripped apart, mangled hard
The screaming of the souls everlast
In the lair of the white worm
Lady Arabella dressed in white
She has diabolical cunning
She's moving about in the form of a snake
Disappearing into the impenetrable gloom of the mysterious orifice
Then a man came around, trying to solve the mystery
Stories became legend became myth and forgotten in the course of history
Secretly, carefully filling the pit with dynamite
Waiting for the moment to blow out the pit in the lair of the white worm
A secret well preserved
She's lurking in the dark
No-one ever made it back alive
On a night in a storm, thunder and lightning lit the sky
Then the storm, coming near
Lightning hits the heart of the lair of the white worm
With a bang the house explodes
A roaring scream sounds below
Venom blood, snakeskin pus
A bloody mass splatters from the lair of the white worm
Lead: Sattler
Leviathan is gone
The white worm is dead
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What do you do when you lost faith?
Just pretend it's nothing
A crown of thorns on your head
You are the king of the damned
Now you're here, your body drained
A victim of betrayal by your own kind
They followed you, now they sold your soul to the devil
Theme: Delahaye
Rusty nails through your hands
Rusty nails through your soul
Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh
Rusty nails, blood in your eyes
After a day your body's sore
Flies feasting on your body
Your mouth is dry, your brain is numb
Constant hallucinations
The criminals hanging next to you blabber all kinds of bullshit
It makes you crazy, it drives you mad
You wished them dead now don't you?
Theme: Delahaye
Rusty nails through your hands
Rusty nails through your soul
Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh
Rusty nails, blood drips in your eyes
Long was the walk through Jerusalem
Dragging the cross all through the streets
Lost all contact with sanity
Hallucinations torture your feeble mind
Temptations of lust and blasphemy
Sucked dry by the whores of Babylon
Lead: Delahaye
Rusty nails through your hands
Rusty nails through your soul
Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh
Rusty nails, blood drips in your eyes
Rusty nails through your hands
Rusty nails through your soul
Rusty nails, rusty nails
Rusty nails
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The priest is raped, the churches burn
Reality of lost existance
Catastrophy was long foreseen
Nothing's done, it had to be
Rape the world for inbreed ghosts
The lunatics to reign this world
Dehydrate the holy wells
Castrate the redeemer
You've deceived me, you've betrayed me
You ran away with the devil's gold
Cut the flesh, slay the soul
You've deceived me, you've betrayed me
You ran away with the devil's gold
I will teach you obedience
Loyal to the crown of God Dethroned
Spirits of a higher kind don't show their flesh
You must be blind
Give your blood to Satan's son
It's a dirty job but should be done
Nightmares of the holy ghost
Smacked around a banished foe
Creators of the devil's children
Spread around your demon seed
You've deceived me, you've betrayed me
You ran away with the devil's gold
Cut the flesh, slay the soul
You've deceived me, you've betrayed me
You ran away with the devil's gold
I will teach you obedience
Loyal to the crown of God Dethroned
Jesus wept, Mary bled
Forlorn the tales of religious fantasy
Jesus wept, Mary bled
Forlorn the tales of religious lunacy
The priest is raped, the churches burn
Reality of lost existance
Catastrophe was long foreseen
Nothing's done, it had to be
Rape the world for inbreed ghosts
The lunatics to reign this world
Dehydrate the holy wells
Castrate the redeemer
You've deceived me, you've betrayed me
You ran away with the devil's gold
Cut the flesh, slay the soul
You've deceived me, you've betrayed me
You ran away with the devil's gold
I will teach you obedience
Loyal to the crown of God Dethroned
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Dictatorship is what you aim for
But what you need is a kick in the teeth
What makes you think God protects you
Soon you'll learn that's not the case
I'll take your blood to feed my hate
'Cause it's you I despise
What I'll do is save for you
The last zip of spit
Chopped off your head, chopped off your limbs
Chopped off everything
Cut out your heart, cut out your eyes
I ripped you all apart
I'll take your blood to feed my hate
'Cause it's you I despise
What I'll do is save for you
The last zip of spit
Stab your knife into my back
And twist the blade around
You could kill me easily
But not if I would kill you first
I pull out the knife plunged into your chest
The blood is spraying in my face
So I can't even see you die
I guess your veins will be drained
I'll take your blood to feed my hate
'Cause it's you I despise
What I'll do is save for you
The last zip of spit
Stab your knife into my back
And twist the blade around
You could kill me easily
But not if I would kill you first
Die!
Lead: Sattler
Lead: Delahaye
Broken bones stick out of your flesh
It was me out of control
Then the final convulsion comes
It brings you peace eternally
I'll take your blood to feed my hate
'Cause it's you I despise
What I'll do is save for you
The last zip of spit
Stab your knife into my back
And twist the blade around
You could kill me easily
But not if I would kill you first
Now die!
Die!
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Overcrowded realms filled with lunatic zombies
Conflicts of interest and religions «for a better world»
A spark to start the fires of war
Baring hate and living without sense
Kingdoms tumbling, people crumbling
World is numbing and fading into darkness
Careless, senseless, wandering into nothingness
Leaders of the realms, hiding and running
From the mirror of death and evil
I wait and wonder where we are to go
Loss of hope becoming stronger
It won't be long till the final breath is to come
Death is hunting a rotten sickness
Kingdoms tumbling, people crumbling
World is numbing and fading into darkness
Careless, senseless, wandering into nothingness
Leaders of the realms, hiding and running
From the mirror of death and evil
A new world order
First class disorder
The coming of the grey race
We're trapped in so many ways
Like rats in a small cage
Fighting for a little bit of space
A new world order
First class disorder
Kingdoms tumbling, people crumbling
World is numbing and fading into darkness
Careless, senseless, wandering into nothingness
Leaders of the realms, hiding and running
From the mirror of death and evil
A new world order
First class disorder
The coming of the grey race
We're trapped in so many ways
Like rats in a small cage
Fighting for a little bit of space
A new world order
First class disorder
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I make you see the things you don't wanna see
I make you feel the things you don't wanna feel
You're in my blood, I'm in your blood
I hate you for it you fucking slug
You've created me, I'll be haunting you eternally
You fucking slug
Salt in your wounds
Anger, hatred, violence, all the time
Bleeding, dying, screaming «help me»
Give it back, pass it on, on and on, on and on
This sickness must die with me
The demon you once feared now becomes reality
You're in my blood, I'm in your blood
I hate you for it you fucking slug
You've created me, I'll be haunting you eternally
You fucking slug
Salt in your wounds
Lead: Sattler
The meaning of hate became clear to me
A life with violence is my reality
More and more, day by day
The anger is consuming me
A murderer grows in me
I'll keep the wounds open
I think of you when I torture them
A cry for help will not be heard
More and more, day by day
I realise there's no turning back
What you did to me I'll do to them
A suicide or a life in pain
Lost all dignity
Self inflicted pain
Lead: Delahaye
The meaning of hate became clear to me
A life with violence is my reality
More and more, day by day
The anger is consuming me
A murderer grows in me
I'll keep the wounds open
I think of you when I torture them
A cry for help will not be heard
More and more, day by day
I realise there's no turning back
What you did to me I'll do to them
A suicide or a life in pain
Lost all dignity
Self inflicted pain
Salt in your wounds
Let's pour some salt in your wounds
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