“This Is A Story About 3 Little Piggies. 3 Little Piggies Who Never Went To Market, Especially On A Friday Afternoon When They Stayed At Home And Let Other People Bring Home The Bacon. And They Still Do! But The Rashers Get Thinner And Thinner, And Life’s Knives Get Sharper And Sharper…” This Milchcow Has Given Its Last Pound Of Flesh Their Coffers, Once Full, Will Be Emptiness A Curse For A Night Time, A Curse For A Lifetime 3 Months Have Gone, And 6 Months Are Due-Time Threatening Squeals,…

A Woman Weeps Flesh Hangs In The Trees Men Die For A Cause The Kids And Their Sweets To Die On The Steppes Carry The Banner Carry The Banner High Carry Your Banner Forward To The Skies The Hangman Waits A Noose For You Workers, Soldiers Agitators Marching To The Incinerator Now We Pay Our Debts To Die On The Steppes We Paid In Blood We Paid In Blood Let Loose From The Leash To Hunt The Bolshevik Beast We Paid In Blood We Paid In Blood For Those Who…

We Are The Lust Hold A Knife, Blooded To The Throat Of Love Hold The Knife Blooded To The Throat Of Love Hold A Bloodied Knife To The Throat Of Love We Are The Lust That Comes From Nothing We Are The Lust As They Turn To Dust As They Ground To Dust A Crown Of Tears We Are The Lust We Are The Lust That Comes From Nothing

Can I Trust A Human? Can I Trust His Soul? Like Pigs They Link Together Like Pigs In A Sausage Roll They All Think They’re Individuals They All Think They’re Free Nietzsche Said They Are Supermen Displayed In A Butcher’s Shop To Me Makes Sense Within A Framework Of That Nazarene Reality I Wish I Had A Gun Which Set Us All Free This Is My Dream, That One Day Everyone Will Have An Absolute Armistice Unconditionally I Hope This Happens For The World And The World Tree Can I…

Considerable My Power Of Destruction To My Church – My Heart I Dedicate, I Dedicate I Pity Those Behind Me – Self Centred And Too Late Self Centred And Too Late Far Too Late You Were Then, And, I Am Now Truly Be – The Best Therapy Truly Be – The Best Therapy Truly Be! Hermit, Pregnant, Or Menopause? Carry The Lantern, A Stick And A Cause Carry The Lantern, A Stick And A Cause And, Our Cause. You Were Then And I Am Now Truly Be – The Best…

But We Desecrate At A Touch! And Touch Defiles Afloat On The Evening Tide It’s Light And It’s Sadness Growing Fainter And Fainter Growing Fainter And Fainter This War Of Emotion The Fate Of Our Age It Rains Slashed And Sweaty To The Brow Of Our Death Cut Off From Despair The True Deceit With Dedication With Will So Purged Of Purity Perished In The Night Where Every Dream With Every Hope In Someone Else Has Been Betrayed The Passion The Devotion The Knowing The Nothing The Echoes The Names…

Lost The Will? A Germ In Foreign Blood A Glimmer Of The Past Power And Misery Pathetic Whore To The Ignorance Of Life This Is The Best It Will Ever Be Think Of The Things That Will Never Be Sorrow, The Empty Well? Hollow And Useless Consume To The Inside Something I Will Not Hide My Love Wilts On My Comrade In Tragedy This Is The Best It Will Ever Be Think Of The Things That Will Never Be Your Image Is Burnt You Are Dead You Are Nothing Yes,…

Hide From The Sun Life, An Icy Tear Rivers Of Blood Serenade My Lungs To Drown A Rose- To Drown A Rose Will He Hold My Soul Will He Tear My Heart Will He-Will He Will He Rip Me Apart? To Drown A Rose-To Drown A Rose Decay Of Belief And The Highest Doubts We Spill Our Blood Too Late To Shout How We Burn Why Keep Scum From Knowing? 32 Creases Shot In The Dark A Flame Across The Sea We’re Going Down In History To Drown A Rose…

From The Back Streets From The Gutter Hear The Sound Of Guns Stutter From Dark Days From Decline Marching Men Stand In Line Soon To Die And Be Betrayed Soon To Die In Shallow Graves Till The Living Flesh Is Burned Until The Living Flesh Is Burned Follow Your Nose And Smell The Profits Of War In The Teeth Of Life You Die In The Jaws Of Death You Live Believers Of The New Past Were Shown His True Face The Once Proud Brownshirt Now Stained By Engineers Of Blood,…

“This Is A Story About People Who Like To Waste Time… Waste My Time, Waste Your Time, Waste Their Time; But Time Is Against Them. Time Is Everyone’s Master, Including Them…” Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock 3 Piggies Standing In The Dock Their Pockets All Empty And Bare Their Futures, Their Homes, Nowhere. Auf Wiedersehen… Do Vdjenja… With Egos They Decide To Lead With Stupidity They Ooze And Bleed What Comfort They Could Have Had Is Now Gone And Up For Grabs Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock 3…

Many Blurred Dead King’s Faces Move Photolike Through Time’s Gape And Gauge The Dull Drum’s Thud And Drone Is Not Heroic Battlebeat This Is The Grey Clock’s Cog These Are Not The Banners Of Heroes Or Flags We Should Fly These Are Not Proud Pennants These Are The Clothes Of Prisoned Mind These Stumps Of Man On Boxes Are Not The Vox Or Voces Of God Or Gods They Are The Forms Of The Breaths Of Dust This Is The Great Ocean Of Birth And Death Kye Ma Kya Ma…

Paradise And Ministry Moon Beams Insanity Futile In Your Oaths Thoughtless Unbelief Principled Obscurity Focus Lost Obscenity No Voice Should Ever Rise Above The Sound Of Battle War Is Deception Justify The Forbidden Discontent The Darkness It Kneels In False Homage It Kneels In False Homage What They Say Is Not The Issue What They Mean Is In Their Hearts A Good Cause Should Not Be Delayed Or, The Sun Could Change Its Mind What They Say Is Not The Issue What They Mean Is In Their Hearts A Good…

First You Take A Heart Then You Tear It Apart! Heilige Tod! Heilige Tod! Heilige Tod! Hope Had Brought Us This Far Far Enough To Cut Our Heart To Pieces

The Will To Power The Will To War For The World Is Hell The Bleak Wind Blows The Will To Power The Will To War We Are The Ruins We Are The World’s Incendiaries In The Torture Garden The Will To Power The Will To War Rather Hell With Ourselves Than Heaven Without Dreams Have No Limits There Is No Curb On Power The Will To War The Will To War In The Torture Garden The Will To War The Will To War The Law Of This World The Will…

Drive Far From It The Snows Of The Enemy Consumed By Hatred And, Their Misery Drive Far From It The Snows Of The Enemy Consumed By Hatred And, Their Misery Candle In Hand With Little Black Baby Candle In Hand Within The Colony Candle In Hand That Little Black Baby Candle In Hand Within The Colony Tread Carefully For You Tread On My Dreams Tread Carefully On Love’s Lost Schemes Tread Carefully For You Tread On My Dreams Tread Carefully On Love’s Lost Schemes Drive Far From It The Snows…

Someone Dying? Scan, Doctor, Lying? Living On Borrowed Time? Genetic – Devine This Has To Stop And, It Must Stop Now A Golden Shower For That Sacred Cow It’s The Ides Of March To Ignore I’m Possessed Nine Tenths Of The Law I’ll Never Repeat How Others May Prey I’ll Direct The Night And, We’ll Rule The Day The Rule Of Thirds Dictates My Life Something, Suffers Somewhere. Someone Dying? Scan, Doctor, Lying? Living On Borrowed Time Destiny – Devine It’s The Ides Of March To Ignore Live, Love, Die;…

We Go To Sleep With The Perfume Of Traitors A Nosegay – A Saturn Day We’ll Pillage Upon Return Digging Up Grief And, Spreading The Debt Capri On The Styx A Mere Bagatelle,…. We Go To Sleep With The Perfume Of Traitors A Nosegay – A Saturn Day We’ll Pillage Upon Return Digging Up Grief And, Spreading The Debt Capri On The Styx A Mere Bagatelle Unsure And Uncomfortable We Struggle Towards You God Is Now Here God Is Nowhere Unsure And Uncomfortable We Struggle Towards You God Is Now…

The Dawn Is Ours If The Dream Is Pure Who Invites The World To The Final Cure? If It Has To Be Then, Let It Be Now Light The Odin Incence For The Odin Hour! Light The Odin Incence For The Odin Hour!

Where Memories Come And, Memories Go To The Globe Of Darkness Turned A Smoked Window Into The Eye Of My Anger At Being Dragged Into An Arena The November Men And, The Winds Around Observe This Day Of Crystal Sound Aesthetics Imposed Apologies Surpassed Manoeuvring Evenings Of Broken Glass And, Truthfully Pay And, Truthfully Stay Under The Axe Of A Burnt-Out Day And, Truthfully Pay And, Truthfully Stay Under The Axe Of A Burnt-Out Day…

Something Got Hold Of Me Oh, Yes It Did! I Said Something Got Hold Of Me It Ratttled Around My Head… I Went To A Meeting Last Night But, My Heart Wasn’t Right Something Got Hold Of Me Oh, Yes It Did! I Said Something Got Hold Of Me It Ratttled Around My Head Early One Morning On The Mourner’s Bench My Heart It Was Filled With Misery The Same God That Touched You One Day He Laid His Hand On Me!