The end of armistice and universal peace. No suspension of hostilities. Prophecy of bad news, this is no fun. Come into your own and take off your gun.
Er liess nicht auf sich warten. War doch abzusehen. Der Krieg kam ber Nacht. Was wird mit uns geschehen. Inflation des Geldes. Wir opfern unser Pferd.
We've been called to defend our freedom. Our grief has turned to anger. We've seen the decency of loving people. Deliver them from foreign danger. . We'll never rest.
Oh great God, If you really exist. For many years, I am asking you why. Why are the innocent dead and the guilty alive?. Where is justice? Where is punishment.
Living, running. Out on the streets at night. Searching, hoping. For the right connection because I. Need it, want it. You know I've got to have it. Takes me higher.
We've drudged many decades to live free from care. The war began it was enough to drive us to despair. A time when bread was more worth than pure gold.
Operation 'Ranch Hand'. Spray down the death. Down on their farms. Assault against the population. . Suppress by military arms. Only you prevent the forest.
Seems like dead men want to leave their graves. Point to anything they love to hate. Broken skulls reflection all around. Execution,blood beneath the walls.
If you like to gamble I tell you I'm your man. You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me. The pleasure is to play it makes no difference what you say.
I'm just a prowling maverick. And detriment to health. Cutthroat competition. Desultory to myself. Scary vulgarism. Unfathomable cursed. Perpetuate my memories.
Sie treffen sich tglich um viertel nach drei. Am Stammtisch im Eck in der Konditorei. Und blasen zum Sturm auf das Kuchenbuffet. Aud Schwarzwalderkirsch und auf Sahnebaiser.
Often you wake up by nocturnal emissions. But you feel no pleasure, no real satisfaction. Dreams mislead you with blanishment. You can't spend it on sweets or touch it, my friend.
I feel a rifle bullet bore into my heart. A sudden impact shock that stops my pulsing blood. I see the glory shining light of paradise. And insincerities, forever left behind.
Getting closer to the gasping prey. To learn the need of private war. Hand in hand with rotting death. Return to god in parts. Without remorse. . Damnation on my rusty skin.
[Nouga - Swano]. . Darkness all around me, I believe. That we will be together once again. The time has come to leave this dreadful place. I think I've found a way out of this maze.
Anyway the wind blows.. I know you will return. And we will face it all again.. Now someone calls my name. I here the echoes in the rain. Now you have come for me.
[ Swano ]. . I have no control, he's making my moves. I am like a puppet on a string. To get a hold of my body he must empty my soul. But right now I wonder what the end will bring.
Back down for another electric funeral. On acidwords and neonbones I ride. A zeronaut without hand or heart. Yet I kept these words inside. . Once in a while you'd better listen to the worn.
some say milk and silver listen to the womb. when all these vacuumwords spill out of laughtertombs. some say the badpack's back for more. when all this cannonink spills out of superwhores.
There's a whole lotta killin' goin' on. And I'm sweath silver. To get that deaddeal done. With a rotten smile and some words made of bone. I'm breathin' napalm.