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You don't dream to pull the trigger? To shoot dead the guy, who nerves you!
Metal will never die, we promise you Metal is the law, the only for me and you Be my brother; let us sing this fighting song We fight for metal; metal
Mankind!!! Lost in the own memory
Don't lookin' for any master, don't need an idol, Goin' on my own way, don't know where. I try to live, but I almost choked on it. Wolves attack me (
Can't believe the world is a place for lies Can't believe the world is only rules by power (alone) Can't believe that everyone humbles before repression
I'm your master, cause I know the depths of your soul I saw how you killed Destruction of your own race but for what...for your lords? You are to weak
Lost in visions I see a land, Hearts full of blissfulness A life without a fight. Lost in visions A ship called "my saviour" sailed lonesome through
Open your eyes and see the people are crying Open your eyes and see the decay of ethics and moral Open your eyes and see the war and the agony Now open
Hope is eternal, almost longer than torture (agony) Lost in destiny, last dance of the human (mankind) Destroyed what we loved, destroyed what delights
Too much animal too less human Are between good and bad. Violence, egoism are with you Through you wanna love. Instinct over intellect Hate, love, war
Die Brust hebt und senkt sich schneller. Der Schweiss flutet tiefe Taler Ein Sturme tobt mir im Gebein, mich zwingt's zu Schrein Des Lebenssaft kocht
Es wutete die letzte Schlacht, mit solch ungeheurer Macht, dass die Welt aus den Festen brach. Fur die Herrlichkeit demnach. Wir nahmen das Fleisch von
Dorita - ven y baila para mi, quiero verte libre Nada se compara contigo. Dorita, te quiero Veo estrellas en tus ojos que me llenan y me siento bien
The world is black, it's the way it should be There's not much time left to shoe emotions And so we dance joyfully into the end Come with me, I'm prepared
Seltsam schreibt das Leben seine wundersamen Lieder Unverhofft und wandelbar als des Schicksals Diener Selig ist es wohl in heilig frohgemuter Stunde
Der Teufel trat an meine Wiege und stillte mich mit schwarzer Milch. Der Teufel war auch an deinem Horte und gab dir etwas mit. Er gab dir eine Seele
An Gottern wollen wir uns messen Nach hoherem Streben, Lebenslang Alle Zweifler Lugen Strafen Die Schelten, Edlen drang Unser Eifer wird Befreien Und
