Stalking the streets searching for fun New ways to get out of your head Meet a rich man, needle in hand It might as well be a gun Enter the realm
An enormous hole Eaten away By invisible gas Causing decay Cancer levels rise The seasons change Cataclysmic alteration Nature dies in pain
Over-spill of radiation Arsenic and lead pollution Excrement floating past, Damaging the cytoplast. Surface oil floating free On the great eternal
Apocalyptic death deadly rain Orders from above, the insane Retaliation strike, ?it's our turn" Turned to molten flesh we burn Termination time
In the deepest darkest lair The wicked plot mankind?s despair They never cease their endless quest To sink their knives into your chest And when
Release, set me free caught, in foreign fields condemned, to slavery marine, now detainee Why, leave me here? spare, me fear far from home lost
Exquisite sacred creatures Hunted to the brink of death To give unscrupulous traders Another form of wealth Screaming skinned alive Screaming skinned
Cold, radioactive cloud, descends upon the earth Freezes the sea. Blinded by the snows glare, We must prepare, we must beware Of Nuclear winter.
[music: Dennis, Jake lyricks: Jake] Psychical crushes-made for a human Insistently are searching for cure A desperate being is trying to escape from
some day world war three will rage and produce total global annihilation. it will be the end of the age and for great many lives the termination. fire
All is lost and foreign kings Rule the northern realms Hammerfest, the last outpost Has fallen to unbearded men Lords of the bloody cross Deceived or
[Lyrics by K. Heidbreder] More than they need to put us all in chains Genocidal misfits killing us in vain Lusting for power, they play a losing game
Work class people will collapse as soon as they get home Alienated and segregated as if they were alone [Chorus:] No one cares, it's our fault Alienate
Along ancient leylines down to the sea On moonlit shores ten thousand meet No words to be spoken, no thoughts to be thought Waiting in silence, as great
Foreboding mountains, threatening skies Beyond these walls of stone, our sacred homeland lies Ten years have passed now, since we left home The green
"Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow." While ages
Beyond the veils of time Where past and future intertwine Where written history subsides Subconscious memories arise Five keepers hold the keys To unlock
[Epistle One - The Fall Of Man] Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, As the wings of the trees The long years have passed Into
