1.Army Of The Despised
We bring death to the tundra＊
We force the resistance on their knees
We feel no human compassion
When we burn down their villages and murder their breed
We are the filth of the Third Reich
A fury of despised unleashed
For us no honour or monument
Just a headless corpse in a nameless grave
With bloodlust in our eyes
We murdered hundreds of wounded enemies
We slashed them with long knives and threw the bloodied limbs
into the pits of fire
We bring death to Russia
We butcher Iwan on his knees
We feel no human compassion
When we burn down their villages and root out their seeds
We have sworn the oath to destroy the enemies of Wotan
We were told they are also the enemies of God
Für uns kein Blut und Ehre
But a nameless corpse in the grave of the deceased
Hunted down by the army of the Red Star
We are running for our lives in this marathon of death
And for the remembrance of your loved-ones
A pyramid of human bones we erect
Beware the filth and the fury
A trail of bloodshed we hauled
We rape your women and murder your children
Until the resistance is butchered and their national spirit
broken
Wotan, give us strength
Give us hearts of stone when we commit murder
We spit in the eye of the eagle
We point our hate to the cursed swastika
Für uns kein Blut und Ehre
But a nameless corpse in the graves of the deceased
We are the filth of the Third Reich
A fury of despised unleashed
Für uns kein Blut und Ehre.
2.7 Months Of Suffering
I turn my eyes to Dagon＊
Our great god
Flat on his divine face
In the Temple of Oannis
We feel no more glory about the battle of Aphek
What sacrifice is needed for victory？
Enemies who speak in tongues of fire
Purify us in black flames
We burn... oh god we burn!
We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words
'Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us,
For his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god'
This blasphemy will be avenged upon us
Our blood will colour the earth blood-red
And it will be licked away by the dog-gods
Darkness will be upon us for three horrible days
Pestilence and death creep over our land
Flocks of bugs will ruin our crops
Blistering flashes from the skies
Onslaught the enemies of Israel
We are the damned race
Cursed by the wrath of Yahweh
Our millennial resurrection
Shall be smothered in blood
I turn my eyes to Ba'al
Our great god
Powerlessly staring at the horizon
In the temple of Created Things
We feel no more glory about the battle of Afek
What sacrifice is needed for victory？
Those who speak in tongues of distemper
Purify us in black flames
The fire-spitting demon Azazel
Spreads his blackened wings
The earth is drenched in the blood of Goliath
7 months of suffering
Lord Ba'al, creator of our fertile earth
Majestic father and king of gods and men
Master of the mountains, ruler of the rainstorms
We bow down before thy splendour
Lord Ba'al-El, god of life and fertility
Intermit the continual combat with the god Mot
Show the leech of Yahweh thy might
And slay the Hebrews and their ravaging god
We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words
'Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us,
For his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god'
Release us from the suffering
Before thine erected sacred altars we beg
We are smitten with divine abominations
Unshackle us from death and sterility
And destroy the realm of the circumcised
3.Concrete Sarcophagus
Scorching lungs the fall-out funeral＊
Buries deep the doomed workers
Feebly shoveling lead and sand
To quench 2000 degrees of fire
In this gargantuan tumour
The choice had already been made
Safety or Siberia
Positive void coefficient
Retraction of power rods inefficient
A flawed design in monstrous proportions
Blows the 1000-tonne roof yards high
The Ukrainian star burns bright in the sky
A thousand tons of steel and cement
Dispersed like a cancerous cough
Eager to hush it all up the denying Kremlin
Dispatches liquidators embalmed in radiation
Uncontrollable contamination
Glowing nuclear devastation
Magnificent no 4.
Now melting uncontrollably
And the name of the star is called Wormwood
And the third part of the waters became wormwood
And many men died of the waters
Because they were made bitter
Red glory turns to green light
Apocalyptic fires blaze
Scorching lungs the fall-out funeral
Buries deep the doomed workers
Graphite evaporates
Oozing invisible death
Feebly shoveling lead and sand
To quench 2000 degrees of fire
Attending their fall-out funeral
This monstrous colossus
Radiating cancer
For generations to come
20, 000 tonnes of steel and cement
Cover the tumorous spider
Awaiting her next victims
The Concrete Sarcophagus
4.1567 - Under The Blood Campaign
Charles V was old and weak when he abdicated his throne＊
Philip II was impopular but his only son
He was no statesman but a crusader of the Roman Church
A grave and somber man resolved to a heretic purge
The hunt on the heretics brought the Dutch in state of war
200 nobles petitioned Philip to not institute the feared
Inquisition Court
Philip refused the petition and burned more heretics at the
stake
A mass revolt broke out feeded with unanimous hate
'Yea we pull down the images of the false church
We pillage the temples of the popery
Defacing the paintings and tapestries of ancient Rome
With a fierce contempt we destroy the symbols of the dishonest'
The Dutch stubborn as always started to provoke Philip II
Mass revolts in the Netherlands start with anti-Catholic looting
The Iconoclasm Fury broke out and idolatry burnt
Philip was outraged and condemned the Netherlands to the
Bloodcampaign
The ravagings of the churches filled Philip with great disgust
'Strangle, burn, behead them!' He ordered punishment with iron
fist
He sent duke Alva to the Netherlands with 20.000 Spanish troops
Arrived in Brussels he immediately instituted the feared Council
of Blood
Cruel religious terror swept over the land with a relentless
full force
His Counter Reformation sentenced countless people to be burned
upon the stake
Heretic corpses everywhere, columns and stakes await in every
single street
The Duke punished with an art of torture beyond Saddams wildest
fantasies
Silhouettes of butcheries and martyrdoms - A new skyline was
born
To terrify the Dutch he killed Count Egmond and Lord Hoorne
A shockwave went through Holland because they had always been
faithful to the King of Spain
The Dutch stubborn as always started to provoke Philip II
Mass revolts in the Netherlands start with anti-Catholic looting
The Iconoclasm Fury broke out and idolatry burnt
Philip was outraged and condemned the Netherlands to the
Bloodcampaign
'Yea we pull down the images of the false church
We pillage the temples of the popery
Defacing the paintings and tapestries of ancient Rome
With a fierce contempt we destroy the symbols of the dishonest'
Philip II felt betrayed and ordered：'The Silent must be slain'
The Stadholder of Orange died in Delft lying in a pool of blood
The Dutchman may have lost their Chief but their National Spirit
reinforced
5.The Haunted Ravines Of Babi Yar
[On September 29, 1941, the Nazis began hearding Kyiv's Jews
into the ravines of Babi Yar where they were stripped and shot＊
In the first 72 hours, 33,000 Jews were shot.
By the end of the frenzy, over 150,000 Jews and and thousands of
Roma were murdered.
Kyiv's Jewish population was destroyed.
This instrumental track composed and played by AJ van Drenth
from the reborn Dutch cult doom band Beyond Belief represents
the sad, miserable and haunted atmosphere in the ravines of Babi
Yar where thousands of souls found their eternal rest.]
6.Origin
Risen from the seed of Enki＊
With consent of the God-father Anu
We are the working race
Created in the temples of SCH.RUPPAK
The Masters ride the midnight sky
In their lucent chariots of thunder
Those who behold the radiant face of the Gods
Died eyeless, scorched and ablaze
And God-slaves we are
Suffering in the mines of our Masters
We populate the fields of E.DIN
The base of the Gods from Nibiru-Phaëton
The days of Sodom are counted
Destroyers come down from the Phaëton realm
To devour the mutinous creatures of Enki
Unwilling to bow for the God-father Anu
The Lord was the blessed name they carried
Composed from the leeches of the Kosmos
The Gods must be slain
So mankind will be blessed with their wisdom
In the darkest depths of AB.ZU
With the vulpine Snake on our side
Ruler of the underworld of E.DIN
We conspire against our Masters
After the dismantling of the alien Gods
We become divine
7.The Cruel Hunters
Husseini was loyal to the Fuhrer and a fanatical supporter of
the endl？sung of the Jews
In the Mosque of Sarajevo he spread his ideas and called the
Bosnians 'The best of the Islam'＊
Hitler was amused by his useful hate and promised Husseini the
Zionist purification of Palestine
The Mufti formed the divisions Skanderberg and Handzjar with
8000 SS-Muslim volunteers
Husseini and Himmler inspected the battalions of the loyal
non-Aryan Muslim SS
Skanderberg and Handzjar stand quiver and straight to accomplish
the Nazi-Jihad
The Caucasus plains coloured blood red, the Umma seems to be
redeemed from the Jews
Driven by the Sharia, Islam-soldiers obey and hail to Allah and
the Reich
Based at the general SS school in The Hague, recruits turned
into the Waffen Mudjahedeen
The promise of lustful virgins in the palace of Martyrs made
them Himmlers useful right hand
Handzjar shows the Umma-Reich a higher rank of cruelty in a
bloodbath unique of it's kind
Mufti Husseini told them to write the Zion history in blood to
satisfy Allah and the Islam
The Crescent Moon banner and the Swastika flag fought side by
side
Even the Germans were shocked by their religious urge for
bloodshed
Halal-Nazi terror swept in full force over the Balkan sands
Survivors of the pogroms were deported to the Polish death camps
In the name of Mein Kampf and the Qur'an they fulfil the
disgusting order
To whitewash the Umma-Reich from the sons of Zion
Allah Akhbar
Beware of the Fourth Reich
It will come...
8.1917 - Spring Offensive (Dulce Et Decorum Est)
Plodding on through the sucking grey mud＊
The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay
That in springs past sprung not a single bud
For fear of more death or total dismay
Though shells may plow clean the fields
Burning the crops and mauling the mud
The wind brings only death from a vat
Fertile by cold blood a young man yields
Innocent yet mangled in gruesome combat
Spewing blackest bile the gas claims one more
Cold death comes creeping through the trench
If not by shells maimed or crazied long before
A cloud of mustard takes half of those deployed
Ghastly faces peer back in black or hues of grey
The grandiose arrogance, victory as agony intent
Lifeless by the commanders that them did betray
The mindrape of the spectacle of dehumanization
Viral god wields his festering scythe of gangrene
By endless flashes of mortar or the cadaveric stench
Ghostly faces peer through the veil of celluloid
'Creeping like a snake from a can
The slithering stench of yellow death
Chemical flame of decay
Burning skin and intestine
Regurgitating the bloody guts
Spewing last life from a wretched soul
Live for life, kill for all that is wrong
He drags himself to safety'
Death in the Perimeter
Where furious endearment once was cradled,
Crippled by crossfire, but firm of will
Live for life, kill for all that is wrong
He drags himself to safety,
Death in the Perimeter
The need to bleed to gain a yard of mud
Plodding on through the sucking grey mud
The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay
That in springs past sprung not a single bud
For fear of more death or total dismay
Burning holes in his battered back
Eyes and mind leaning on the fair horizon
But his heart drowning in trench war clay
Fertile by cold blood a young man yields
Shredded by barbed wire
Screaming shrapnel, incandescent hail
9.The White Crematorium
They expect us to die as harmless victims＊
But our spirit is one with the weeping Mother Russia
Digging the Russian bloodgold with our bare hands
But why am I alive and not dead in this white crematorium？
Snow fills my lungs in this perpetual winter
It is November 1954, I pray for my own death
How can I prolong in this endless winter？
The remoteness and isolation condemn me to this frozen limbo
A simultaneous destruction of people opposed to the Red Monarch
We are all part of the Shamman prophecy, the purge of Stalin
'As 'the enemies of the people'
We perish in the goldmines of the cold North
Synonymous with the horrors of the Holocaust
With fear in our eyes we whisper the phrase
'Kolyma means death'
Sickness and cold, bitterness and hunger
In this endless winter grief is never absent
Kolyma means death'
Removing the gold from the frozen ground of Kolyma
We are the lagerniks, the residents of the Gulag Empire
We demand to the snowy mountain peaks
Where the souls of the dead find their eternal rest.
We shall remember the phrase
'Kolyma means death'
Die Partei, die Partei, die hat immer Recht!
Und, Genossen, es bleibe dabei;
Denn wer kämpft fur das Recht,
Der hat immer recht.
Gegen Luge und Ausbeuterei.
Wer das Leben beleidigt,
Ist dumm oder schlecht.
Wer die Menschheit verteidigt,
Hat immer recht.
So, aus Leninschem Geist,
W？chst, von Stalin geschweißt,
Die Partei - die Partei - die Partei.
10.Kindertodestanz
'Das Hakenkreuz ist unsere Sonne＊
Der Sieg ist ein Gebot
Das Reich ist das Paradies auf Erden
Und der Fuhrer ist unser Gott
In der Schule lernen wir Geschichte,
Die Geschichte unseres Volkes
Deutschland siegt an allen Fronten
Und die Welt ist ganz wehrlos!'
Immun fur die Wahrheit, vorbereitet auf den Tod
Sie kämpfen fur den Fuhrer gegen die Armees aus dem Osten
'Die Unmenschen aus dem Osten sind die Feinde des Reiches
Und fur die Lehre des Kommunismus bezahlt die Menschheit den
höchsten Preis
Darum mussen wir sie ausradieren, die Jugend ist bereit!
Wir marschieren geradewegs nach Moskau, wir verhuten
Weltsklaverei!'
Sie sind die 'letzte Hoffnung',
Lagern in den Straßen von Berlin
Der Tod schleicht durch den Abendwind
Und presst die Seele aus dem Kind
Wenn der Todesengel fur sie kommt,
Ist die Jugend bereit？
Mit den Händen um die Panzerfaust,
Wollen sie sterben fur das Reich？
'Die jämmerliche Armee marschiert sofort in Todes' Mund
Das letzte Zucken des Dritten Reiches hat sich entzund
Kinderaugen starren in die Luft,
Mit dem Brustkorb restlos verwustet
Des Fuhrer's letzte - und treueste Linie
Liegt blutend auf dem Boden
Die Kinder marschieren reihenweise
Zum Himmel, herzhaft so herzhaft
Sie haben ihr Blut gegeben
Und betreten nun das Kinderreich'
11.Doomed To Slaughter
Fear the great Pyramid, the domain of the sacriledge
Disgusting powers wield this place of horror
The ancient gods are back on earth, we serve the book of blood
The blood of men will drench the fields in darkness
Tear off their clothes, sting out their eyes
Lead the doomed prisoners to the sacrificial stone
Spread their limbs for ritual slaughter
Hispanic blood floats down the walls
Here in the temple of horror
Corpses are paled upon the stakes to please the ancient gods
Doomed to slaughter, sacrifice
Limps entangled in gore
The demi-gods from far away burn our souls in hell
Open their chests and tear out their hearts for the gods of
blood
Their hearts were shown to the sun
Fertile blood floats from the ritual stone
We cut off their limbs and their skull will be paled to serve
the ancient gods from hell
The voice from the gods of thunder, their breath will bring us
death
Spitting balls of iron
Annihilation of civilization, doom
I am Cortez, I kill in the name of Rome
Hunting down the heathens, their blood is on my hands
I slaughter in Gods name
I violently serve the heavens
12.The Deserved Reputation Of Cruelty
My rage of mystery and terror raped the empire of Rome
On the fringes of the empire I will arrive
I serve the book of blood
The monster from darkness, a murderer with joy
I am the scourge of the gods, I am the King of Huns
With the imperial sword of doom I enjoy in terror
I am the plague of the thousand burning cities
With lust I eat the flesh of my enemies
Slaying my enemies I delight in war
Their blood gives me strength to slay the forces of Rome
We ride our war horses out of the great steppes of Asia
We bring the scourge of death upon the city of Naissus
King of Huns, terror of Rome
I am Attila, known as the scourge of God
Slay the defeated, chop off their heads
Of the parasites of the Great Hungarian Plain
We do not undeserve the reputation of cruelty
Devestating the city of Naissus
Gutters filled with blood
We are the mounted breath from hell
Blazing through the city as the prophecy of death
Their carcasses will be consumed to feast on our victory
I am the one you fear
I pave your path to hell with the skulls of Rome
I curse the temple of Jupiter
I smash the face of Mars
13.Der Kriegsmeister
Slaying the Wounded no prisoners we take
Counting the deaths and piss on their graves
The Meister of Krieg, they pray for his death
The triumph from hell, the symbol of death
Bow down your head and rip out your tongue
For the glory of Death and the crown of the horns
I murder like Manson when I cut out her womb
In the blood that she bled she lay drowned in her tomb
Suffocate, Inhale death's breath, the crown of thorns tortures
my head
Rape my wounds, my doomed bloodlet, receive my last caress
Demonclaws tore my skin, salicious women prove my sin
The seventh day had just begun and soon your God will die
I am the guardian of your brother
You damn sheep belong to others
Demonhordes have raped you mother
And burned the witch alive
I am drowning in desire
You create this global fire
Lord you are a goddamn lair
Let's hang the bastard Christ!
Screams sound like music when I strangle the whore
Entangled in bloodlust, entangled in gore
Slashed and naked she laid down on the floor
I copulate darkness and she will breathe no more
Suffocate, Inhale death's breath, the crown of thorns torture my
head
Rape my wounds, my doomed bloodlet, receive my last caress
Demonclaws tore my skin, salicious women prove my sin
The seventh day had just begun and soon your God will die
I am drowning in desire
You create this global fire
Lord you are a goddamn lair
Let's hang the bastard Christ!
Slaying the Wounded no prisoners we take
Counting the deaths and piss on their graves
The Meister of Krieg, they pray for his death
The triumph from hell, the symbol of death
14.Cathedral Of Corpses
Beneath the shadow of thy throne still may we dwell secure
Suffering is thine arm alone and our defense is sure
A thousand ages in my sight are like an evening gone
I am the one who ends your life before the rising sun
My word commands your flesh to dust：'Return, ye sons of men!'
Immortals rose from earth at first and my blood will live again
Beneath the shadow of my throne still may we dwell secure
Suffering is thine arm alone and our defense is sure.
A thousand ages in my sight are like an evening gone
Behold my cathedral of death, see my forest of flesh
Taste the blood of the enemies, the enemies of Vlad
I eat their broken eyes, I curse their gasped pray
Allah's war is lost today
Dark Seraphim, Slayer of Jihad
Death in Carpathia, the massacre is done
Face the flesh horizon, destructor, misantrophe
The corpses of the impaled Turks penetrate your hopes
No Sultan no, don't go away
No Sultan no, your judge is just on it's way
You shall die before the rising sun
My word commands your flesh to dust：'Return, ye sons of men!'
Immortals rose from earth at first and my blood will live again
A thousand ages in my sight are like an evening gone
I am the one who ends your life before the wanking nuns
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