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Time to die
03:45
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Time to die
What the hell is time -
doesn't it mean everything?
Past and present and future -
will time make a difference after all?
Isn't time just an innervation
to say: „Tomorrow will be better“?
Do it really getting better -
or will everthing stay the same.
What a lucky chance
if world ain't die tomorrow.
Because our lifes tomorrow,
getting better – maybe.
I don't have any time -
because i'm dying soon.
Will my own tomorrow become better-
because i'm dying soon?
I'm in love -
but i lacerate (my) womans feelings.
Only because i'm hoping not to die.
Doesn't tomorrow supposed to become better-
am I recovered tomorrow?
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Insane
03:10
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He was beaten abused by his father
insulted and humbled but loved by his mother
He tried to arrange his life at last
but he was caught up by his past
The voices in his head are getting louder
me can not restain it any longer
inactive he´s watching his victims multiply
his inner self is crying outloud: why
His greed is getting stronger
me can´t get enough
me likes to see them suffer
for satisfaction so rough
He steals them the air to breathe
and tears out the victims feeth
he cuts their throats and cry
and let them gasp untiel they die
The blood from his hands to the ground falls
in one hand the knife in the other his balls
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Pigfuckers
03:15
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Schweinereien aller Art
Ferkeleien wie ich sie mag
Oh süsses Fleisch, oh nackte Flanke
Fülle meine kuhle Wampe
Schweinchen Klein, warum so froh?
Vor deinem Haus aus Stroh
Süsses Fleisch an deiner Tür
Wartet ein Geschenk von mir
Husten, Pusten…
Affektiertes Schweinchen Schlau
Benimmst dich wie die letzte Sau
Süsses Fleisch vor deinem Tor
Wirbelt nicht nur Rauch empor
Husten, Pusten…
Schweinepriester, du allein
Betest am Altar aus Stein
Süsses Fleisch wetz(e) dein Rapier
Der Wolf steht (schon) vor deiner Tür! (denn der Wolf steht vor der Tür)
Refren:
Renne Schweinchen, auf zwei Beinen
Flühe über Stock und Stein
Süsses Fleisch, (du) wirst es nicht packen
Ich bin der Wolf in deinem Nacken
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Deflagratio
03:55
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Siehst du nicht die Wiege brennen
Kindlein tanzt im Feuerschein
Siehst du nicht der Flammen Nebel
Ich sing für dich die Litaneien
Deflagratio!
Hörst du nicht die Hilferufe
Aus den Sälen, den sich(e)ren Heim(en)
Hörst du nicht das Flammenrasseln
Ich sing für dich die Litaneien
Deflagratio!
Schreist du nicht du Feuerleger
Um Erlösung nach der Pein
Oder schreien nur die da brennen
Ich sing für dich die Litaneien
Deflagratio!
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