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So what's the going price of all the bones
Hiding in the back of the closet?
And how come you're so bent
On pushing for the end of the world
Every time there's a chance for it?
There is nothing to the trick of using gullibility
Of a rapture fixed to date
So when the time comes
You're just gonna postpone everything anyway
Yet again
Didn't you hear the puppets?
Demons are coming to rape our skulls!
And now the counting of our days has begun
So you figure yourself quite the little bugger
In the butchers well kept keep when in honest truth
You're just another one of his blunt blades
Far too dull to cause bleeding
It would be – all along
A puppeteer who deceives
You to believe you are indubitably
Just a fool marked by the beast
When fed to the War machine
War merchant, trader, ill fated tyrant
Unarmed to the teeth in a War machine
N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
Soothsaying son of a gun
Fed to the War machine
Who sees the answer in an ultimate
Proprietor of Death as a War machine
Once nailed to a piece of wood
Now at the helm of a War machine
If to believe is to be saved
Then why are true believers fed to the War machine?
N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
N-n-n-n-n-n-Necrostabbing the C-c-Corpsefinder
A-na-na-nother bulletin of doom – Another fight
Yet another pamphlet death Marauder
The one who just can't tell the time
When encrypted in poor predicted rhymes
See them signs see no
Way out of this alive
Saving gracing in the sun
Where the lion and the lamb bites the gun!
Necrostabbing the corpsefinder!
The corpsefinder
The corpsefinder
The cordsefinder
So what's the going price all the bones hiding in the back of the closet?
Peeking out when you least expect ‘em to dwell on the past
And when the last stone has been cast
God says to get what you deserve
Get what you pray for and not what you earn
If you're at loss at the end of the day
Just tug up your sleeves and do a better prayer
And now the counting of our days has begun
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I take the elevator to hell
It is the only place where I feel swell
It is the place where I feel calm
Where the soothing flames my soul embalms
And here, as long as no one puts you down
There is nowhere that I feel betrayal as I feel above
I’m the one who takes all the crap all day
I’m the one who toils for minimum pay
Even though I hate you I still can say
Absolutely do not die
‘Cause sure as hell you won’t arrive
To the pearly gates and get inside
Here below, when I’m alone
It’s a perfect place to call my home
I used to be
Someone in league with people
But now I feast on the number of the beast
Deliver Me - The devil proved you wrong
I’ll take the elevator down to hell
To the haven of home
I’m the one who takes all the crap all day
I’m the one who toils for minimum pay
Even though I hate you I still have to say
Absolutely do not die
‘Cause sure as hell you won’t arrive
To the pearly gates and get inside
Here below, when I’m alone
It’s the only place to be entombed
Absolutely do not Die!
I breathe the air - Sniffing fire
The atmosphere
Is like a hundred thousand pyres everywhere
And none remain lit long enough
To fry my brain!
Somewhere up above
Where monkeys walking upright
They all push and shove
Until their feces pile and they all die
I’d like to put you away
Put you to death anyday
‘Cause if I did I would be able to remain
Too bad there’s nothing to do
There’s just so many of you
Let’s say I would rise up and go thru with it
There’s still the trick
Of keeping you away
From the hell below
I call my home
Where all your sins will be atoned
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Word wielder of truth and great renown
The spitting image of a thousandfold denial
Are you waging warfare here
By the ashes n bones of what you see?
See… the sacrilege isn't you digging the soil
But the exhibit – over used and abused
By the little ones who all claim the throne
With a cruel tool that tears the rift apart
And now by the sign of the certain sacrifice
Little crooked bad beings with envious eyes
Are finding their serpent souls
In the shallow certified throes
Of those to come undone
All revel in the flesh so freshly cut
From all them bare bones barely bought
Still ripped and taught by the true fire
Crossed and pissed and devoured
The "menace" roars
The "menace" cries
Adrift together in tantric fires
From an age gone sour
Devoured in an instant and final hour
Oh to be the one when the time has come
To usurp that rule – Have you undone!
True to those of callous souls
Are you all but born to what's foretold
In old parental tomes?
Torn in unopposed gullible homes
Another one cloaked in predated attire
Second hand smoking in the fire
Turning tricks that sticks to well
Practiced grand designs
Mimic and shadow of the great divide
Come! I'll lead you thru this cleansing fire
And if not for what's inside that mine
At least to track down the crooks
Bent on pantomime
A fine day for a cleansing of the lines
A fine day celebrating in the dark
The grand theology
The day that cannot be
Belied – Derived from tides of ruthless pantomime
Go forth thru blood and fire
Knee deep, never tire
Be warned, deformed old relics of Everscorned
So mimic of the great divide… I'll lead you thru this cleansing fire
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Welcome into this realm of mine of sickness and decease
Embrace the embryonic state of mind and body free
From all the many legions now feeding on the dead
Though torn asunder in the fire
They all call for the saw
And now you’re better off dead
A sweet dark fire that burns in the pyres of hell
Exhumed, consumed and fuel for those
Who aim to hack and slash me down from head to toe
This burning pyre is but a tad better than the true foe
I’d like to whip your ass and whip it good
Good ol’ fashioned human stew
That will once it’s served
Serve as another mocking bird
That lies and abides to the order of unwritten laws
The pecking of the one born deviant and easily detected spawn
Accepted not for that which isn’t clad in fat
Bigoted funded keel hauling parades
Never ever questioned until now
For now you’re better off dead
There’s a sweet dark fire that burns in the pyres of hell
Oh how I wish I’d say I dream of you
Consumed in flames but every night
But I don’t, I simply don’t care if you die
And if it comes down to believing in hell
Well, I for one don’t have a soul to sell
This tub of lard – begotten sod
Another one to wage the war
More than a harmless relic from an ancient time
A laughing matter as tides change in the dark
But to know where you’re heading
Just look where you came from
Great hate instigator
And now you’re better off dead
We will all end up there deep below
So don’t fret and never repent
Forgot as nothing in the scheme of things
And though to close the book would be the honest thing to do
Still he lurks in the shadows a threat to the one
Basher
You call me devil, your aim’s set
Basher
A prompt fast answer for the dead eyed
Basher
Askewed viewed ghoul
”Gud som haver barnen kär
Se till mig som tretton är
Och som vart på rockkonsert
Fula gubbar på en scen
Rått kött käkar dom och ben
Vrålar som besatt om sex
Om hur djurets lustar väcks
Men jag fattar inget alls
När svärdet klyver flickans hals
Det står ej i lukas brevet
Att dom har sågklingor i skrevet
Vart jag mig i världen vänder
Blodet syns från deras händer
Så Gud genom 1000 watt
Hjälp mig nu när det blir natt”
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It's the day of the beast
And the final dish at the feast
Has just been served and eaten
And now it's time for my speech
Though a man of science
Whose anatomy shouldn't work
I'm a man of few words without lips
But with tongue in cheek and shining bones
This is the age of the mass population
The indoctrination of a herd unheard
Who spent too much time whining about…
Satan!
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with
Satan!
What kind of a job is this for a skeleton anyway?
Hauling drunken ass fat hypocrites
To the halls of the dreaming dead
Oh well I guess it isn't that bad in hell
When you don't think of it in terms of wages
There are perks of the trade
As a henchman of the dead
As a collector of all things that perish
I get to take your last breath!
Satan!
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with
Satan!
And as the feast is at an end
I chime the bell for those I send
Back to the shore of unsure reality
With Satan!
El Giftus Satanus!
The gift that keeps on giving
Whether you're dead whether you're living
El Giftus Satanus!
Never wrapped never topped with a bow
But hidden torn asunder ‘neath the snow
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet in the fire
Now you got your wish
Your meet and greet with the devil!
…With Satan!
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When the great Gods of the Olympus rose
And men gathered to celebrate those
Who never change but who held the reins
All the nations stooped and never cared
Never had guts to spare
King of the Red – The bearded dead
Summon the hordes in boots of led
With bolted doors then off to war
They will forgive in the end, after all it's for
The rise of another Reich – Hailed and glorified
Yet now, when the game is over
The world is yet again
Astute and able to view with opened eyes
And to condemn them faraway everyday crimes
Put 'im in the box – This Russian fox
With furry chest and gun and ship him off
To hunt the lost
Hiding ‘neath the rainbow
There he will find an answer
Only he is looking for!
King of the Red – The bearded dead
Must stash his mustache – And shoot ‘em dead
With bolted doors then off to war
In the shadow of a self made idiot born
From underneath a wishful thinking
Of a third world war
While pencil pushing at the borders of the law
Now praise the host and raise the cup
In the name of the Gods this will never ever stop
Hail! Hail!
The King of the Red
Hail! Hail!
The King of the Red
King of the Red!
Siberia will await the fox
Open armed to welcome the defender of imperial arts
King of the Red!
This pale war mongerer
Hellbent on walking in the worn torn footsteps of the…
…dead Kings of the Red
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Three ungrateful swine who drinks the wine
Someone harvested in summertime
Are off to
sip
the juice straight from the vine
And to cut the fruit from the pie
But to conceal nothing's naïve in kind
Repaid in bundle and gutted blind
And so the trap is set – the son of Seth
Will slither into dull lullabies
Karma's just another bitch
Born and bred upon the illwill of some
Malignant sign – like a star in the sky!
Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night
They came they saw they conquered all
The shit the flies the mud and straw
Goddamn the god who this infant spawned
Now it's high time to enslave them all
And since she got away scot free with all the crap
With who in fact put the child ‘neath her skin and fat
Not for fame nor famine they concocted plans
They all did it for a laugh!
So sully the name whenever you will
They all blamed the ass when the donkey was killed
Now the fat of the land – The lard of god
Is a bible belt bursting upon
A hell belly full of wrath
Concocted aftermath
Of a super silent God
Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers in the night
Came, saw, conquered all
The waste and flies and mud and straw
And damned deed of the silent seeking servants of the spawn
It should've been the best plan no one ever had
But in a land of sand where Arabs run mad
This tale was all but a taste of what's to come
With the slaughter as mortar
Brick by brick to build the order
A ghost from the past
A son, a father and a cast
The birth of a new age
Born from rage
Fee, fi, foe, fum
And by the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked on donkey back
This was comes!
Beware the flying starchild for when in Rome
The slaughter commenced in the manner known well
To a child raised by an old vicious tome
In a damp hole of a home
So sully the name whenever you will
Who can blame the ass who remains alive still
And after all it should've been known
It wasn't even close to be real
Baby Jee and the 3 stalkers learned too well today
That nothing's in the way
When a foe keeps twisting words you say
Into prayers gone astray
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8. |
Bloodbarf - (Live)
04:30
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You need to pour me another one
I need fluid, need the thirst to come undone
Blood gushing from my bowels and thru my veins
Come tomorrow it'll all be the same
Hair of the dog that should've been mine is dead now
It's a good mans way to get by
Keeps me awake – It keeps me alive
Guts turning pushing toxins
Festering bubbles of doom
When the machine of total intesticide runs
It runs on the heir of the dog
Great bloodbarf of the hog
It's the only way to get by
If by chance you're just as thirsty as I
Carve up another one – Serve me when I'm done
And for the poured I'll raise yet another mug
Full to the brim – The fuel to power the lust
Avoid total dehydration
Hair of the dog that bit me
It's the heir of the dog that bit me
You need to pour me another one
You need to make sure I won't dry
You need to boldly offer me anything
Whether I'll crawl or still stand tall
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Ministry - (Live)
05:18
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Were I just a dude like you
And not shat out in the back of a car
With a bumper sticker with a fish on
I’d take care not to end up
On the far side of my pitchfork
And sent back with the stork
See I am one of many
A certified tool of the Lord
With a collar to prove
That I am fit to read the bible loud and clear
Anywhere
Now join my Ministry of Pain
And spend your life as terminally insane
Or rest assured
There will be a Bloody Hell to pay one day
Heck I was never told
That the salvation of your soul
Lies at the end of someones butthole
Indoctrination by poking bungs
In doctor nation, there is no fun
Now receive the Lord as I myself received His infinite grace
And know the Pokémon is the devil incarnate
And don’t get me started on the music of the youth of today
Now join my Ministry of Pain
And spend your life as terminally insane
Or rest assured
There will be a Bloody Hell for the stillborn in Armageddon
Who will be the first to throw the stone?
You know, God would go far
If He just stepped down from the clouds
With his big throwing arm
And his beard - puffy like a sheep-farm
And his big gold cross around his neck
The neck he invented for himself
And for all of Mankind
Thank you God
For the neck we have received
It’s the neck we use… When we… Turn our heads
I’ll serve you what you need to eat
Like Angels for Breakfast…
…And God for Lunch
I wish I brought me something good to separate the flesh
From the bones ‘cause the meat is dry
And when you chew with your mouth open Zombie Jesus will rise
And take you hunting ‘till the Dawn of Time!
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Sterbhaus Sweden
Stockholm Metal Deluxe (Thrash/Death/Black/Heavy Metal) outfit with extraordinary wit and ripping live shows.
Featuring Marcus Hammarström (Shining, Elvira Madigan), Jimmy Ahovalli and Erik Röjås (Ondskapt).
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