Tracks

01. Requiem
02. Crosstitution
03. Necroticus
04. War Machine
05. Blood And Soil
06. Pax Vobiscum
07. Suffocate
08. Distinguish To Kill
09. Apocalypse



01. Requiem

Watch me, I bleed now no more
My wounds one thousand and crisp
as life itself it drips away
a smile upon my lips

Cutting, slicing, carving
the blade slides deep in me
running warm blood
leaving my corps to be

Convulsions shatters my carved limbs
I now begin to feel the chill
the smile remains upon my lips
because likewise I die I kill

Crimson vision, inspiration
now it is time to ink my pen
and to summon my last strenght
to write my requiem

Covered in my own blood
words and music comes to me
now more dead than living
I compose in harmony

My blood forms notes on paper
splattered up and down the lines
creative even in death
I still smile as I die


02. Crosstitution

The crucifix in flames
The house of God burned down to the ground
A symbolic action of defiance
Brought palace of lies down

Refusal to acknowledge the authority
Of faith of liars
Has cleansed this world somewhat
By purifying lovely fire

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Holy writtings, hokus pokus
Magic incense, blood and tears
Impeccable the ways of Heaven
To inflict terror and fear

All are born of woman
And the female is of sin
So we are all drenched soaky wet in sin
When our life begins

And for the rest of our days
To reach his kingdom full of bliss
We seek forgiveness
For something we didn't do
To someone who does not and never has
And never will exist

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

Cross of lies, no one up high
Gayhood of priests and spartan fiests
Pathetic faith, your wine and bread
All will be well once we're all dead

He might have died for
Somebody's sins but sure not mine
If all you want is to him follow
And die too then I say fine

But don't you baptise one more
Generation in some fuckin' shame
Supported by that damned religion
Of yours I now watch in flames

Crosstitution
Crosstitution
Crosstitution

I will always defy your damn faith
As I've lived I'll die free
You'll never have me crosstitute myself
Or on my fuckin' knees


03. Necroticus

Trembling soft skin wrapping
shuddering warm flesh
blood pulsating through the veins

Tool insertion
science not perversion
the end result justifies the pain

Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within

The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid fuckin' lust
smell of death is what I need

Don't you mind the never ending
fucking killing aich
just you think of what a damned
good looking corpse you'll make

Substances injected
glands and blood infected
gasolin and peroxide

Sharp cold steel cuts through the skin
revealed is the within
the chest is open wide

Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within

The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid fuckin' lust
smell of death is what I need

Sliced down into the finest
see-through shiny meat red leafs
you have proven how damn beautyfull
a corps can be

Clitoris, liver and brain
desict, sliver and maim
pincer and razorblade

Samples, jars, neat labels
plastic bags and containers
photographs of every slain

Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within

The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid fuckin' lust
smell of death is what I need

To wash the blood off
of my damned hands
to get them realy clean
I'd need to fuckin' wash them endlessly


04. War Machine

Burning limbs and deformed steel
The shells cuts through the sky
The corpses fills the the endless fields
It's shoot to kill or die

The gas pours in like yellow mist
You die in kneedeep mud
You sink into that fuckin' smudge
Stichy from all the fuckin' blood

Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death

War Machine
War Machine

Tons of steel is pumped across
The burnin' no-mans land
You dig your face deep into the shit
And wait for the command

For medal, your King and country
Will crave the loss of limbs or eyes
For honour you'll need to give
General Death your fuckin' life

Ladders by the hundreds
Firmly placed among the dead
Leading to the hell
That rages on above your head

By the thousands you will run
Into that fire zone
Your God and King is with you
But you'll fuckin' die alone

Medals, salutes, uniforms and eyes-left
Promotion, honour, glory then death

War Machine
War Machine


05. Blood And Soil

The altar covered
in lifegiving cum
the smell of
forever running wet cunts

Flesh and sweat
dancing bare limbs around the fire
the sound of clashing
wet bodies and sighs

Dry throats and warm blood
the rite, the collecting of sperm
and milk from young breasts

Lust instead of Gods
on the altar of masturbating
fuckin' human flesh

Wet limbs lie down
to dry in the wind
sumbols painted with blood
on bare skin

Earth now nourished
with milk and with cum
celebration of nature
is done

Come sun and gentle rain
our gift is made
so that the soil can give birth

The sead and milk remains
in the domains of the deep womb
of mother Earth


06. Pax Vobiscum

Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ
Forgive my fuckin' head
It's full of doubts and questions
Did you really raise the dead?

Are you really so pathetic
That you can't be critisised?
Is it so hard to accept
That I may wonder why?

Out of nothing, born by no one
Wonders you create
Almighty fuckin' God
You super bluff, you mega-fake

They say you've said for you only
We all shall live and die
Tell me who needs Stalin
With a fascist in the sky?

Conquering the western hemisphere
With threats and lies
Spreading its holy terror
As another culture dies

It baptised and it burned and tortured
Its way through my land
And wielded above all
The crucifix by God's command

Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum
Pax Vobiscum

Imposing on the tribes of Europe
One faith built on lies and dreams
One religion so false
Always loose at every seam

Through wars and emigration
Soon a world faith took its form
As world saviour and almighty
The cross all world adorned

Computerised confessions
TV-preachers and very soon
The Christian man stood firm
And in '69 prayed on the moon


07. Suffocate

Kill me!
I am but a fuckin' livin' dead
Help me!
I am goin' outta this damn head

Crazy!
I can't stand the agony and aich
A helpless fuckin' vegetable
I feel I suffocate

Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate

By and by I tighten the loop
laid around my neck
stretching that damn rope some more
like some damn fuckin' pet

I am like a book
that never will be read
this damn body's outside live
but inside I am dead

Karma!
I don't give a fuck for what will be
I shit upon what will come
when the lights gone out for me

Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate
Suffocate

I chew my fuckin' limbs
frustration fills all cavitys
living brings me closer
to hardcore insanity

Just one fuckin' step
all'll be fuckin' over and done
I've been taking this one step
since my damn life fuckin' begun

Seeing this whole fuckin' life
like some damn fuckin' trap
I'll be laughin' 'till I hear
that final fuckin' snap


08. Distinguish To Kill

System the crocked cross
the code yellow star
machinery of death will grind
the trains keep on rolling
both nearby and far
the cargo is of Abrahams kind

Gasping for air
in the stench and the heat
losing track of the number of days
only the cramped space
keeps people afeet
while all hope vanishes like a haze

All comes to hault
and the doors slam wide open
then all are called out on the ground
a sweet sour smell
fills all lungs on the platform
the roar of the death machine sounds

Phallos of death
giant chimneys arise
spewing ashes and fire way high
the disciplin of racial purity
the code by which you all
fuckin' must die

Distinguish to Kill
Distinguish to Kill

Shiny black leather boots
peaked caps in grey
sporting the deaths head mean grin
yellow star patch
and pink triangle displayed
numbers inked into bear skin

Rows of barbed wire
high voltaged in miles
ensurance to kill all last hope
the only way out of this hell is to go
through the chimney
like thick burning smoke

Burning the bodies
the owens glow white
as the heat cracks the skulls open wide
bodily human fluids joins the melted fat
running down the collecting pipes

Now grinding the piles
of burned bones to powder
the system perfected and complete
all to attain and remain in purity racialy
the wheels turn in deaths industry


09. Apocalypse

Now that the virgin bitch
breastfeads death
and the winds smell strong
of the dragons breath

And all the stars fall down
like fuckin' rain of fire
there will be souls for sale
but only one damned buyer

Hey, is this the planet of apes?
Endless chewing on sour grapes
Or the age of eclipse?
The coming of the Apocalypse?

Drugs and pills
there's no oil in Vucovar
when a one night stand kill's
no matter who you are

When the Earth cries loud
but not a damn thing is heard
and a pussy is an asset
in this fuckin' world

When the blood runs down
mother Nature's thighs
and the TV-preacher is caught
while jerking off before Christ

And an audience pay's
just to fuckin' gloat
how the bitch is cut wide open
from her cunt to her throat

Hey, is this the planet of apes?
Endless chewing on sour grapes
Or the age of eclipse?
The coming of the Apocalypse?

Hey, is this the planet of apes?
Endless chewing on sour grapes
Or the age of eclipse?
The coming of the Apocalypse?