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Asphyx

Early morning Call the roll From the barracks In the cold Weary faces Tired men All prepare to Leave the camp Growling watchdogs Snarling guards Resignated

A primitive phenomenon Unknown in theory Bursted from its quasar Erractic mystery Ouf of the supernova Comes whate no-one could suspect Invisible interior

not so long ago, on a cold december day you let my father die in solitude and pain once he was your son, and baptised in your name if this is now you

Several days of panic Since the great escape A fugitive moving Through an unknown landscape Persecutors hunting With stubborn resolution Running, drudgeing

Endlessly you'll suffer, on the altar of pain Merchants of brutality, death our only rule The doctrine of true metal, gods of the old school Die by fucken Asphyx

i can't control my bloodlust anymore there's no way back for me after all these years of pain and oppression my eyes are now to see the maggot that you

Seismographic perception As this monster rides Iron wheels with bars of steel A presence of pure might Offspring of the melters Born in the forge Assembling

Where silence reigns and blackened is the day Lurking deep down in a watery grave An entity awaits its hundreth prey As its only satisfaction is to maim

Deep in your mind in subconscious voice Eager to call, he who's guarding the gates Feast of evoking, he who comes from the depth Circle of Seance, in