The Holy Cross, symbol of lies. Intimidate the lives of Christian born. Speak of death, the words of hate. Anticipation grows amongst the dead. . Hell has seen, the priests attempt.
I stab you right between the eyes, you awaken from the lies. I've said it ever since its inception, they're the masters of deception. I'm a godless heretic, not a God fearing lunatic.
Fear runs wild in the veins of the world. The hate turns the skies jet black. Death is assured in future plans. Why live if there's nothing there. . Specters of doom await the moment.
What you gonna do? Time's caught up with you. Now you wait your turn, you know there's no return. Take your written rules, you join the other fools. Turn to something new, now it's killing you.
High velocity bullet at close range. Can damage the mind. Shattering the skull, shredding the brain. Severing the spine. . Bury a round of lead in the chest.
By minor threat. . I'm sorry. For something I didn't do. Lynched somebody. But I didn't know who. . You blame me. For slavery. A hundred years before I was born.
Originally performed by Minor Threat. . I'm sorry. For something I didn't do. Lynched somebody. But I didn't know who. . You blame me. For slavery. A hundred years before I was born.
On your back look on to me. You'll see genocide. Face from death more than insane. Profane pleadin' cries. Watch you die inside, watch you die. . God send death and misery.
Fate silent warriors sleeping souls will rise. Once forgotten soldiers come to life. Fallen mercenary, dormancy is done. Not content with wars we've never won.
Endure the pain, you know my name. I am your soul insane. I am no one, no one who cares. I am your soul despair. Your fear deceives vulnerability. Leavin' an easy prey.
Originally performed by Verbal Abuse. . I don't want your problem. Sopping all the time. I can't even go. When I don't even have the time. . I want everything and every thing wants me.
Take a deep breath 'cause it all starts now. When you pull the fucking pin. The shrapnel burns. As it tears into the skin. . Ever wonder what it takes.
Surrender your cloth and collar priest. There's no need for your beliefs in war. This is a place for heathens. Into that darkness fires illuminate. . Grotesquely swollen by the heat.
What happened to you?. You're not the same. Something inside your head. Made a violent change. It's in your head. It's in your head. It's in your head.
Originally performed by Minor Threat. . What happened to you. You're not the same. Something inside your head made a violent change. . It's call it religion.
Metal and men clash once more to the end. Warriors above with power to kill descend. Militia of blood troops of hate march to die. Soldiers of Hell, veterans of death arise.
Crisis feed the lunacy, all fear the new machine. Consumed democracy returns a socialist regime. It's laid to rest without contest, all hail the new incompetence.
(lyrics - king; music - hanneman, king). . A misty night, a perfect night. Beneath the cold of the frozen star. You feel the fright, you know I'm near.
A soldier's heart. Reflecting back at me. I keep seeing mutilated faces. Even in my dreams. . Distorted images. Flashing rapidly. Psychotically abusing me.
Gun down cold on a raw deal. Home turf my battlefield. In no ones way caught in a crossfire. Stray bullets can kill. . Expendable youths fighting for possession.