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Brutal Death

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 trader leaving harbour Farewell waving hands Set course with godspeed To far promising lands The sun is mildly shining Sails bulging in the breeze

brutality, death our only rule The doctrine of true metal, gods of the old school Die by fucken Asphyx, ultra loud we slay Skinned alive you humbly beg for death

[Celtic Frost cover] A pallid sun sheds dimmest glow. On mute and pallid soil. I am the one, a life long gone. A refuge raped in search of life. Like

outer spheres Forecasting damnation Doomsday is near Hear his words of wisdom Truthteling prophet His appearance followed by The dark cloak of death

Cleaving, pounding forsty waves Heading for the south A three-master manned with buccaneers Scourges of the new world Recognize no law Brotherhood of

a mutiny is brewing The first mate draws his cutlass forth, towards the captain challenging a duel You've sentenced us to a watery grave, this ship will sink into the sea A brutal

and brings the final death. the sun is darkened, the moon loses its light. the stars fall from sky and it is pitch dark night. complete destruction - brutal

Serve the vertical thirst, burst horizontal Treasure, loose cannons span the starbit power The clippership dipped in truth famine pressure Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous Beautiful cartoon trooper swallow brutal