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Blood For Blood
02:31
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Martyr division, honour and blood
Season of the plague
Nest of shame, repeated punishment
The ancient art of struggle
Scalding boils and scars
Bathing in the blood of their brothers
A death march for survivors
Burning cadaver pits
Undo the order and align the walls
Prisoners marched in droves
Sterilization, chemical abuse
Desecration rites
Ash for ash
Dust for dust
Blood for blood
Not one inch back...
Cursing our bloodlines
Assuming they had control,
We would not repent
We only expect the same
Shovel the bodies remove the gold
Dental anesthetic
Sterilized skin, removing the brain
Mongrel taxidermy
Bleeding wounds and fissures
A pyramid of heads
Sons of a thousand years waging
criminal warfare
Blood for blood…
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Rotting carrion
Your flesh prison now decays in the mud
In your last moments, you prayed for forgiveness.
A knife driven into your neck and a hammer to your trachea
Your delusions that aspire for a utopia of a race masquerading as hate will be shown for what it is.
With nail bombs and bullets your plebeian brothers fall.
The wounded plea mercy but will be given no quarter.
Hate knows no boundaries, limitless in application
For the hate we both share between us bears the truth
That we will forever be locked in a war so long as we live
Peace is unnatural, uninformed and illadvised
We’ll both dig our trenches, we’ll both clean our guns
And as the full moon rises, our destiny intertwines
Die parasites,
Die imbeciles
Die clockwork drones
Die false prophets
Whether your uniform is tan, you will face the judgement from the great nothing
For your enemy hides in the shadows and will never be broken down
Your comrades will shudder in their holes they willfully dug
Like pests we will stomp you out,
One by one.
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Schadenfreude
04:07
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Mass graves unearthed. Conquest at it’s wake.
Hot showers of bullets. The struggle for a vindictive cause.
And we’ll see that they are neutralized
Euphoric cleansing of the brave new world
Tribunal expiration date with terror at the flanks
Out of the eye’s corner an iron fist indulgence
Schadenfreude
Our enemies whipped and hung in the streets
Dishonour in a six foot pig shit depository
No matter the victor, no matter the time
Our war is perpetual and justified slaughter
Nix the iron cross, slander the great idol
Retake what they stole
Return the waste to the house of false supremacy
Culture hawks and lovers of shame
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Choose Your Side
03:03
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A disemboweled cadaver lies at the feet
The emblem of the fascist torn to shreds
Solemn still is the tone set by it’s death
Never ending, Never letting go
A spear through the heart
A body draped in a flag
Reduced reused and unrecycled
Teach them fear
Use the language they speak
And never let tradition die
For those complicit
and those in treachery
Your weakness signs a pathetic cause
You’re all that I hate
and all that I oppose.
Further your poison waterfalls
And then they will fear the wind before them screaming in the night
Their comrades propped on pikes bleeding and shitting themselves dry
When the hour will dawn,
When the Reichstag burns,
Choose your side, the center is failing
The center has fallen.
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Thy Kingdom
07:39
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From the world below, the rats in their cage
Will dream of a sky that they've never seen
They claw at their brothers,
Devour their corpses in accordance to prayers
Justified homicide. No exception or exclusion
Innate characteristics of justified genocide
The war that looms will paint the ground
Stain it with red shades and flesh compounds
Nothing to answer their prayers
The right hand of God will sort out the dead
Bones lay material bodies
Souls will be pleading and tears will be shed
Forgiveness a distant memory of when they were nascent and the sun was still warm
From the mountains to the sea
From the deserts to the jungles
The deity we demand
In the end
The flames of the sun burn out
You pray though death won't come
Release your soul to the Astral Sea
In the end
The sane behave like dogs
Power hungry wolves take the throne
Yet no one will remember you
And the Earth wouldn't cast you in stone.
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Besieged
05:35
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Lone sentry wolf from the bell tower nest
Pleas of the bystanders, symphony of unrest
Blood hits the pavement, artist and canvas
We're besieged in his walls
Black vested soldier, angel of death
Knights of the law under Hades holy fire
Pain struck his leg, his artery exposed
We’re besieged in his walls
Like fathers, like sons the men and their vice
The thoughts for the day scrambled in noise
Like fathers, like sons the men and their vice
The thoughts for the day scrambled in noise
Two weeks until the final hour passes
Two weeks until the his life will be cut
For every heart he pierced, for every life he took
The king's men prepare the siege
Nothing is what it seems. Am I dreaming?
Dreaming of violence. Dreaming of silence. The man I’ve become is a disease.
A castle in the distance burns like a thousand suns
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In the spirit of oppression, the watch tower burns
To obscure the time we need
The time we took to move mountains we climbed
Traitors at the gates conspire for legitimacy
You’ve been dead a thousand years yet your ghost still walks
I buried you long ago but the courts still summon
There’s nothing left of you but bone
Remnants and memories. Your ashes on trial
If time could be burned, I would light the match
I would drag the wicker to where you lay
I will march under the black flag
I have sown the seeds to my demise
I will march under black flags
While your ghost still walks
I have sown the seeds
The seeds to my own demise
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Brittle slaves brought to the auction ring
Centuries of lashing. The caesar reign.
Their chains locked but breaking fast.
The days are short with freedom at last
The prison gates are eternally ajar
and gunfire punishes the family of the czar
Seven hundred and sixty one armless and legless
corpses will float in hanger ninety six
I could have done this
I could have stopped this
Which is it?
Pander to Dionysuius the king
Sword of Damocles hung above your head
The chains are broke and the time has passed
The days have gone where reason is cast
The prison towers have begun to rot
And silence will ring through the mansion of
When the emancipated dispose of the enslaver
The plantation family’s screams heard for miles
Beaten and hung in the dark southern forests
To rise again in centuries unfathomed by nostalgia
Violence separates the feeble from the herd.
Buckshot exorcism of the perversion
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Dawn Of The New Order
02:20
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There’s a new order on the horizon where traitors are cast into the abyss
Spreading the fire to the pages of time when I had nothing to lose
The path now split and our horses depart but you insist on return
Believing your lies, entrusting my home, the ship has long gone to sail
Miles between the traitor and hate yet he persists on return
Lifelong jihad against the betrayer
With every sword that I’ve swung
In the crisis of the century, there is no room for your cloak
Hiding your knives behind the castle, the one that was built for yourself
A dozen years and you’ll have nothing, Obtaining the chalice myself
Hundreds of years and we’ll be nothing, Digging the grave for ourselves
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Draining the veins of the brown shirt machine
Propaganda painted onto walls with their blood
the swine washed away like pests in the garden
liberty in shame cries the victim
IED’s and Anthrax Mail
Nightly raids and sniper nests
Ambush and assassinations
Beatings with a club
A reign of terror to bring
Sending the false elite into their shelters
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A.F.D.T.D
02:12
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New age Christ caravan of utopia and sublime
Conquest of nothing a Yearning for nirvana
Antichrist symbol of a new dawn, enemies of the sacred
Wings red with blood; wings black with death
The majestic fire of the sun perpetuates it's feast
Leap towards the abyss, uphold a righteous cause
Expelling mediocrity, speaking with the dead
Free mystic ancient rites to humanity’s bane
Your mind is the beacon, your rifle is the pyre
All sins will be cleansed, when all fascists die
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Rampancy London, Ontario
"Every society you build will have its fringes, and on the fringes
of every society, heroic and restless
vagabonds will wander, with
their wild and virgin thoughts, only able to live by preparing ever
new and terrible outbreaks of rebellion!"
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