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Silentnoise - Earth Hell
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My soul is behind a cellar door.
In the black and dark hell,
I am lost, I tell,
for you the truth;
it was a long and hard route.
The fields soaked whit blood,
The wars lacerate the souls,
and today, we re filthy meat,
the slaughterer cut down,
the many stupid eat.
This is yours and own.
Mad Massacre every day,
This is the long Hellish Way,
To Big fucking Armageddon,
Come on, turn it on,
Our breed very ill,
We must kill,
Maybe that’s good,
We will not loud.
Earth is quaking under our feet,
we trod every good seed,
and we fill the holes whit junks.
We are great lunks.
I feel the emptiness in your words.
I feel the instinct in your acts,
I feel the stench in your world,
I feel the lies of human facts.
I born in the Earth Hell,
Her flames lacerate me,
and we burning well,
I must see.
I have a last splint,
of the fucking real dreams,
but you are blind,
you adhere in the Hells Realm
What a fuck in our hearts?
Shit? Or fucking false words?
Ecclesiastic of Hell, said:
Our spirit must a first aid.
And this is true,
But I like to be false.
In the black and dark hell,
I am lost, I tell,
for you the truth;
it was a long and hard route.
The fields soaked whit blood,
The wars lacerate the souls,
and today, we re filthy meat,
the slaughterer cut down,
the many stupid eat.
This is yours and own.
Mad Massacre every day,
This is the long Hellish Way,
To Big fucking Armageddon,
Come on, turn it on,
Our breed very ill,
We must kill,
Maybe that’s good,
We will not loud.
Earth is quaking under our feet,
we trod every good seed,
and we fill the holes whit junks.
We are great lunks.
I feel the emptiness in your words.
I feel the instinct in your acts,
I feel the stench in your world,
I feel the lies of human facts.
I born in the Earth Hell,
Her flames lacerate me,
and we burning well,
I must see.
I have a last splint,
of the fucking real dreams,
but you are blind,
you adhere in the Hells Realm
What a fuck in our hearts?
Shit? Or fucking false words?
Ecclesiastic of Hell, said:
Our spirit must a first aid.
And this is true,
But I like to be false.
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