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Honour The Blade! A Final Pilgrimage To Life Friends Are Few, Indeed A Truth To Be A Truth To Be A Will To Strike – Your Enemy Wash The Blossom Of Dreams A White Mask Falls And Screams: ” Hidden Among The Leaves”.

Take A Walk Down Heaven Street The Soil Is Soft And The Air Smells Sweet Paul Is Waiting There And So Is Franz Now Only Memories Run On Railway Tracks. This Road Leads To Heaven. Waiting Feet Frozen To The Ground The Earth Exploding With The Gas Of Bodies Rifle Butts To Crush You Down Now Only Flowers To Idolize. This Road Leads To Heaven

As Pilgrims Here – We Sometimes Journey To Who Knows What – To Who Knows What? Come And Sing This Simple Story That God Forgot – That Life Forgot Don’t You Know God Is Disabled Is Disabled Clouds May Gather All Around You But He’s Disabled He’s No Friend To The Friendless And He’s The Mother Of Grief There’s Only Sorrow For Tomorrow Surely, Life Is To Brief Surely, Love Is To Brief Don’t You Know God Is Disabled Is Disabled Clouds May Gather All Around You But He’s Disabled…

Hand Grenades And Olympic Flames We Lead Our Lives Free Of Blame With Heavy Heart We Hunt Through Life With Heavy Heart Sharp As A Knife Foul In Our Hearts We Go To Ground Foul In Our Hearts We’ll Toss Them Down To And From The Altar Principles And Power Then On To The Slaughter Of Their Funeral Mound With This Flowered Pencil In This White Flower Pen This Should Be Bliss Bliss Without Sin My Lover’s Blood Lies On The Soiled Seat My Lover’s Blood Lies Caked, Replete Foul…

Fear Is A Token And , In This Darkness It Never Rests My Body Is Barren A Horse For A Hero The Sun Fails To Burn Hail! The White Grain This Life , This Pain His Ship Never Sails And My Nights Never End His Heart Never Falls But , MY Tears Never Bleed His Lips Never Lie My Eyes Never Pray His Faith Never Faulters My Doubt Never Stays His Love Never Slaughters My Tongue Never Needs My Hope And It’s Angels Our Death And Our Deeds My Hope…

Take Me In Your Arms Float With Me Die With Me Smother Me With Your Blood And Blind Me With That Sun We Stroked The Heads Of Angels And Smiled To Clip Their Wings This Birth Of Rage Another Book A Bloody Page To Turn Again Still Falling Tears Our Memories Lost Throughout Those Years Take Me In Your Arms Float With Me Die With Me Smother Me With Your Blood And Blind Me With Your Silence…

Cemetery With Lights Mother Night Buried Universe At Midnight The Slicing Of Flesh Ever Thinner Buried Universe Dimmer And Dimmer Amnesia, Agenda Pagan Slave Thrown To Illusion Dead, The Brave Away From The Placenta Jagged Roof High We Drop Into Holes Bittersweet! Die! Eternal Damnation Seems So Far From Me A Shadow Of Thrones Unholy Black Coals For A Heart? Life Never Be Each Passage Of Time Each Different Country Cemetery With Lights Mother Night Buried Universe At Midnight The Slicing Of Flesh Ever Thinner Buried Universe Dimmer And Dimmer…….

“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