I got a camera round my neck. No money in my pocket. Here comes the "Tea a Wana" police. I'm running, guess I lost it. Then I heard "STOP" and I turned around.
This is our weekend, just me and my car. Suited up for Saturday, to cruise the boulevard. I'm riding out on a street full of strangers. Looking at them look at me.
Gott ist tot, es ist tot, Judean Gott. Gott ist tot, es ist tot, Judean Gott. Sohn ist tot, er is tot, Judean Sohn!. . Gott ist tot, Judean Gott, ist tot.
Goatvomit. Gasmasks. Cemeteries. Ripe cunts. Rituals. Spilled blood. chorus: Vomiting blood, vomiting fire. Gasmask ritual for goatvomit God. Jesusvomit.
Grinding the ground. Hellfuck demon sound. Spitting forth the flames. Bursting from the gates. This is goat war. This is goat war. Tormenting the meek.
Manna rains from hell as you revel in smut. Visions of the new world order. Finally coming true. . We shall dominate, take over your lives. Going to make your life living hell.
Sodomize thru the night - who has killed the fucking light. What the fuck do you expect to see. When Jesus lying naked in front of me. chorus:. Goat in pain - the satanic reign.
Originally performed by Johnny Cash. . An old dark whore went on riding on a windy day. As she moved on there were bodies on her way. Satan's whore, then you die, then you are going to die.
Firestorm - genocide. Kill them all before they kill you. Radiation - overkill. Apocalyptic truth of the year one (666). . Ghettoblaster, megatron, kill!.
Mountains collapsing, shores on flames. Islands drowning, humanity fades. CHORUS 1:. Genocide - What we need is. Genocide - All must die. Scum being raped, scum being killed.
Addressing inequities in inadequate techniques. Surgical procedures, involved and unique. My knife is a brush for a sanguine palette. Create a masterpiece with some bone and a mallet.
music - Ross Sewage. lyrics - Ross Sewage. . Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed. Science my crime, medicine I confess. Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my work.
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath and Ross Sewage]. . Latent images in solutions submerged. A gallery of gore for posterity preserved.
Undertow, you're thrown. An old God has one bolt left. In flight. An aeroplane in slow motion. While all around are dark days. With all around unsure.
If you're ever feeling tired or you need someone to fall on. Ever feel afraid or you need someone to call on. I am here for you and I don't care what we go through.
[Intro]. Lamentablemente, las condiciones que estamos viviendo. en han llegado a seruna miseria insoportable para la gente. Pero hay unas veinte patrias engreidas que todavia creen.