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!T.O.O.H.! - From Higher Will (Z Vyšší Vůle) lyrics



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01. The Postman (Or Slaughter Of Mr. Radek)

The bell rings vehemently
The post will vary the while to granny
She is rushing to the wicket
And she is looking forward to a white letter

She is taking by the handle and opening the wicket
She is beholding the postman Radek at the doorstep

'Radek, little Radek, what do you have for me?
You will give me a letter from my daughter, won't you?'
'Oh, granny, be sure that I will,' he answers kindly
He is reaching for a letter in the satchel and giving it to her

He gives thanks for thanks
But suddenly he is asking her,
'Granny, I have a little request for you,
I want to poop, can I come in?'

'Of course - come in.'

In the latrine he has put out a knife from the satchel
He was so fascinated
That he puckered the eyebrows
Now he's stealing to the cottage
And ragely stabbing the granny
The blood is splashing on tiles

On the stove and the baskets
He enjoyed her as a swine
What will he do with this filth?
As usual,
He is jacking off
He must also catch
He must also catch the morning post.

02. Accident

I committed an accident
My outflow is certain
And correctness of my act
Blood scrap assures

Grating of metal
Laments and panic
I already feel lust
When the life from bodies
Is escaping in pains

My genital is increasing
It's full blooded
When I can hear from folks
Lamenting
And griefing

Don't seek any help from me
Don't expect it from me
I'm here for myself

03. Final Decision

A plastic explosivity
The final decision
Resulting effect?
Smoky flesh!

Displays of extreme resisstance
Hysterical gestures
attented by weeping
You shall respect
You shall die
Slaughter shall not cease

Never!

We believe!

04. Elimination Of Bay Windows (Of Pregnant Vessels)

Following of bay windows
Annoying, depressing

Following of bay windows
Destroying all of them

Don't regret
All the deeds!

05. From Higher Will

The canes shall beat
This is from higher will
That's the time of blows

I shall drill the knees
You will see, insect,
I'll tear you!

And axes shall dig
And razors shall cut throats
This is from higher will
That's the time of blows

Just wait
What you will see
Then I shall break your neck!

06. That's The Way It Is

By the spur to the groin
You proud breed
You toiling matter

The cruel dictate
Will bring you down on your knees

And disseminating venomous bulbs
Baneful seeds
Black of flaw
To dig into the nerves

That's the way it is
To get rid of your pride!

07. Suffer & Peg Out

To sit on the source
To poison the flow
To fat the poison
Don't regulate a quantity
Enjoy a loss-rate

In prefabbed blocks
Hearing the pulse of baneful water
The distribution of death
Through water-mains

08. The Necessity Of Executions

Burst into the nightclub
The moment of surprise
The rate of shots
Anonymous destruction

Pimps, whores, usurers?
No exceptions
The necessity of execution
Of filth with goblet.

The present time is downtrodden
In future, he's gonna suffer
Material blindness
Despair and anger

The depth of being
Is losing in rapidity
In everyday pleasure
In everyday cruelty

To throw out blindness
Despair and anger
To prepare submachine gun
To murder for joy!

09. The Hit Of Conicoid Figurines And Ensuing The Dispersal On The Zebral Place

I'm watching a lollipop on the crossing
The crowd of kiddies
I tread on the accelerator, like Landa
I turn left

Wheels crush of innocents
The icing squirt from trunks

The motor roars in a frenzy
The exhaust throws up waste products
It's pretty cracking under wheels
Maybe I'll go into a spin

It makes a sportsman out of me
To play skittles at hundred.

10. Out Of Fetters Psyche Tear Off

Oh, in one's hands firmly reins
Of my intentions I want to have
And everything human, inferior, moral
To pulverize in me

And to throw up this poison
The compulsory mental nourishment
Which devours me and holds me
Out of fetters, I tear myself off
Not longer!

I'd obliterate billions of nits
In the form of global disaster
I'd delouse the Earth Mother from mankind
by fatal collapse!