Manheim [Drum]

Witchcraft, blood and Satan
Meet the face of Death
Blood
Fire
Torture
Pain
KILL

Witchcraft, blood and Satan
Meet the face of Death
Blood
Fire
Torture
Pain

Winds of war, winds of hate
Armageddon, tales from Hell
The wage of mayhem, the wage of sin
Come and hear, Lucifer sings

Command for blood, command for war
Command for Satan, command for Hell
Command for blood, command for war
Command for Satan, command for Hell
Command for blood
Command for Satan
Command for you

Bleed down to the fucking core
You're going down for fucking more
Screw your slimy guts
Driving me fucking nuts!

Chainsaw in my bleeding hands
As I start to cut you in two
Your guts are steaming out
And I just love the sight!

Maggots crawling in her cunt
I just love to lick that shit
Bury you in a slimy grave
You will rot forever there!

You have now entered from the womb
In my reconstruction from deconstruction
Where instruments of genetic distortion is me
Abandon your pious ways
You
Between sacrifice and worms
It will
Take you lifetimes of dying to live again
In my strata of war
And you think that death is finally home
Morphing in cell structures
The future is still hidden
Time bends like mirror light
I am in your mind
You are part of me
As me in you, you in me

Everything here is so cold
Everything here is so dark
I remember it as from a dream
In the corner of this time

Diabolic shapes float by
Out from the dark
I remember it was here I died
By following the freezing moon

It's night again, night you beautiful
I please my hunger, on living humans
Night of hunger, follow its call
Follow the freezing moon

Darkness is growing, eternity opens
The cemetary lights up again
As in ancient times
Fallen souls die behind my steps
By following the freezing moon

In the century where man dies
We the huntress of the hollow hills
Must put ourselves above pity
Above self deception as law
We must be again as once were
We the soul of the earth
As reaping time descends
The sour gain of mercy withers
Into the night we must go into the darkest abyss
To a level of consciousness unknown to Christendom
We want life we crush the dream of heaven
As we bring the blade down one swift move
We are the chosen ones chosen by will to life
You life lairs crawl on you banded knees
As you finally die you will eventually have lost more
By not living by the sword than what you lose in death
Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives
Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within
Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march
Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies
Watch the twilight of your god
As you system cracks and all your life is dead priest
Take a look into our minds
Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength
Take a look into our souls
Feel your life drained of everything that was
Hear my words feel my wrath
Your death is sweet
All your life is dead priest
DEAD!!

Violent torture,
Death has arrived,
Armageddon,
Terror and fright,
Bleeding corpses,
Rotting decay

Anarchy,
Violent torture,
Antichrist,
Lucifer,
Son of satan
Pure Fucking Armageddon

Pure Fucking Armageddon!

In a circle of stars
In the afterglow of the last war
Do you hear the voice?
Nothing but demon ashes remained
You lost everything you believed
But me the reconstructionist the voice
All paranoia of rotting drugs
What could be Satan himself?
One star left in the rotting ocean
You scream in birth all of you
A river left... a river of blood
Of life... a new
All paranoia of rotting drugs
What could be Satan himself?
I feel the light breeze
The sun takes control
And nothing here remains
But you but me

For everything around me which I experience is cold and dead
The blood of others are of a colder substance and taste
Therefore I must spill and serve,
The blood that in me runs vibrant
In the frost of the dying minds,
Of Western society I recreate
It will be the resurrection,
Of the brotherhood of holy death
In the year of the Holy Roman Empire,
Of night times to come and last
The day of which I shall,
Lay my sword upon your throats
Upon the mighty warriors,
Of the land of northern regions
Upon the shores of our desolate coast within the waves
I can see the wreckage floating ashore of the dying culture
And so I greet those who still have eyes to observe and see
And who still have courage to break through into the dying light