[Lyrics by Shamaatae] Wrathful forces unleash themselves via disturbances through the cosmos. Darkness absorbing stars. Kliffotic elements defiling
Fire, floods, devastation, murder, rape, obliteration, revolution, hate. Hell, heaven, collision. Beautiful diseases. You deserve all my praise, for
The suffering of others is not the goal but simply a means to an end. Although, it certainly brings temporary pleasure into my soul as well.
[Lyrics by Shamaatae] Rotting, yet everlasting Queen of the black arts: Alluring, yet burning nauds you cast upon the filthy breed. Oh, mother of malice
Blood carved into the white light, The eleven raze the earth in a raging blaze. Death to the universe! As for you, Tetragammaton: I curse you! I curse
Do you live your life in god's filth? Do you live according to Him? Do the codes of man please you? Or do you lead a life in "sin"? Do you find pleasure
Hear! All sons of Chaos prepare! Destroy the false divine and its presence here! Harlequins of the cosmos: Back to the dead! Straight into oblivion,
We are messengers Of future times to die We will show you the way And you need to follow us This is the dawn of your race And the dusk of your
Death to planet earth. Human scums infect your mind. Sodomize the earth and let your hatred be your guide! There is nothing more to see, nothing worthy
I am a destroyer, a channel of satanic wrath. My brothers are me, and I am them. I stick thorns in the planet's side. Planet of pestilence, refuge for
Hate ...the clouds, the rain, the air that lets life-forms breathe. ...the land, the sea, the places where the humans breed. ...the skyline, the zenith
Appena in piedi vedo appena, occhi chiusi ancora. Sesta ora, fuori buio. Accendo il lume, chiudo la finestra che la notte resta socchiusa, il condominio
Ampeln kann ich nicht ausstehen. Ich wei? nie bei welcher Farbe soll ich gehen, und der Zeitungsmann, er flucht, ich hab' schon wieder versucht, Brot
You would make the prettiest of brides (oh baby i got you workin from the nine to five) you would make the prettiest rape victim (oh baby i got you workin
Guardami bene diritto negli occhi che il mio mestiere non e il soldato guardami bene diritto negli occhi che il mio mestiere non e ne di spada ne di
: Ampeln kann ich nicht ausstehen. Ich wei? nie bei welcher Farbe soll ich gehen, und der Zeitungsmann, er flucht, ich hab' schon wieder versucht, Brot
: Guardami bene diritto negli occhi che il mio mestiere non e il soldato guardami bene diritto negli occhi che il mio mestiere non e ne di spada ne di