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
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
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
into the gunk Vomiting from the nose As blood fills up your lungs Spitting out red dirt Thickened filth you gulp Death the desgusting way Choking in the
alloy Breathing hostility A gross violator The core of destruction Giant railwaymortar Father of all guns Terrifying arrogance Frightening his grace Huge machine, staring mean 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
All this abuse ad nauseam Injustice is the rule Serious avenging time With my retaliating tool Sufficient ammunition That can split a man in two I'll
outer spheres Forecasting damnation Doomsday is near Hear his words of wisdom Truthteling prophet His appearance followed by The dark cloak of death
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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 nightmare walking, psychopath talking King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as a death
' under I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the
ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath Radical Posse down to death
's getting shorter As the world turns round and round These last days, so crazy, oh I They tellin' me the crime is decreasin' And what is the reason for the brutality
we grindin' We criminally minded, I'll squeeze ya blindly Body parts deteriorated when they find ya Here's your death certificate, might as well sign
ya Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya I shine You shine Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost Or the kiss of death
