In the blackened cemetary
No-one's there to hear your screams
Except the undead Necro-children
Morbid offspring of the goat
(solo - Sern)
Cries from the tower
Hear them calling
Beckoning,
Willing you to kill
Cast your eyes west onto the horizon
A Nu-Threat approaches so gather your gear
Saddle your steeds and we'll ride out to meet them
We're going to battle our destiny draws near
Our six-stringed axes will cleave them in two
Our fierce war-cries carry on the west blowing wind
Idiots, every one, thoughtless and mindless
Their primitive culture a threat to our ways
Sporting their colours, they're uniformed and faceless
We'll fight them and slay them until the end of days
They've captured the hillside, got luck on their side
But we are the true ones to glory we ride
The upper hand's theirs but we'll fight to the death
We're righteous, we'll win, we have right on our side
(solo - Nick)
The war is upon us and many have died (but) we'll fight on
A victory for the Nu-Scum is the end of our lives so fight on
(solo - Nick)
Tall man, robber of graves
Master of torture to those he enslaves
Dwarf-men, Hooded and robed
Slaves to the Lord of the Dead
No-one can stop his reign of terror
Hiding or resisting is useless
Hearses are driving to your town
Soon you'll be crushed like the rest
Lying there in a pool of brains and blood
Your body is dragged into the embalming room
Blood drained and replaced with yellow fluid
Corpse then compacted to a dwarf
Packed tight into a coffin-barrel
Sent through the dimensional fork
Enslaved upon his evil planet
You've joined the Army of the Undead
His mausoleum a museum of the living dead
His evil footsteps echo where few have dared to tread
His flying sphere of torture attaches to your head
Brains drilled out you're twitching - a ballet danced in red
Blackened skyline looming there
Chargrilled corpses of the dead
Rats and roaches crawl around
Feeding on the rotting flesh
Nuclear conflict, blackened landscape
Mass destruction, nothing left
Crumbled buildings, burning forests
There's no God, fuck Christ
Nuclear winter x2
Obsolete technology
Has led us to this tragic end
Cold war conflict destroys mankind
Armageddon realised
Blackened skyline looming there
Chargrilled corpses of the dead
Rats and roaches crawl around
Feeding on the rotting flesh
Nuclear winter x2
(solo - Nick)
(solo - Sern)
Nuclear winter x4
The warlord king is fallen, his wounded son lies bleeding
Warrior Prince: 'I Must Avenge My Father's Death'
Bleeding from the wound so deep,
The new king rises to his feet
Sword in hand, he sets out on the quest
He screamed a solemn vow,
His words were born upon the wind,
He couldn't rest 'til all his foes were dead,
And their corpses lay strewn upon the ground.
The Sword - it glinted in the light,
Strong and true, forged of the Sacred Steel
Made long ago in the bowels of earth,
A blade of kings, for men with an iron will
Warrior Prince: 'I will soon have my revenge'
He rode into the sunset,
Grief stoking the fire in his heart
Screaming a thousand curses
For those who'd slain his father,
Soon to feel the cold steel of his blade
(Solo - Sern)
(Solo - Nick)
Riding through the night
Until he reached the heathens' fortress,
He burst into the castle square
Ruthlessly he hacked to pieces all those who'd fled his wrath,
Mercilessly slaying all in sight
Drenched in gore,
His blood thirst quenched forever
He fled the battleground, returning to the dead king's side
Sword aloft, he screamed his father's name
The Sword - it glinted in the light,
Strong and true, forged of the Sacred Steel
Made long ago in the bowels of earth,
A blade of kings, for men with an iron will
Isolated compound, away from prying eyes
The doctor treats patients using 'Psychoplasmics'
Soul-destroying Sessions - the doctor probes their minds
Forcing them, with hypnosis, to confront their dark pasts
One is different - separate
Apart from the rest, in the padlocked wooden shack
- It is the shed of death
She breeds the evil children - the spawn of hate
She breeds the evil children - the spawn of hate
They are the children of her resentment for her twisted past
She breeds them, he keeps them in the room above the birth nest
Acting out her raw emotions, unknowing she vents her anger
in the doctor's therapy sessions,
While the children seek to kill
While the children seek to kill
Her mother, her father - the freak children took their lives
Powerless to resist, they fell to unchained malice
Her daughter, (a) real human - taken to their lair of hate
The doctor can't save her - the mother has to die
(solo - Nick)
(solo - Sern)
Choked to death, she lies dead
The evil brood is gone forever
The girl is safe, free from danger, never to see the brood again
But wait, the girl's descended from the twisted mutant bloodline
Destined to be like her mother, to spawn the next generation of hate
Waiting...watching...stealthily moving - take my prey
Hungry for flesh, thirsty for blood
Silent, I hide in the night
Awakened from my trance by the stench of dead flesh
I stir from my place of rest
Fleeing the graveyard, out into the night
The hunt for victims begins
Unholy need...I need to kill
Ritual Murder to feed my lust
Brutal killing for love of death
Once a man, a demon now
Human flesh my one desire
The blood of the innocent I crave
Stalking...hunting...stealthily moving, take my prey
Slashing...tearing her flesh...the moment is finally here
Centuries in wait, all these years I have longed to taste blood again
Evil lust fulfilled, my strength returns, my blackened heart beats once again
Unholy need...I need to kill
Ritual Murder to feed my lust
Brutal killing for love of death
Once a man, a demon now
Human flesh my one desire
The blood of the innocent I crave
I crave
Blood and pain...brutally slain
Tasting her flesh...feasting on death
her cold dead eyes...staring into mine
torture and agony...anguish and despair
Evil lust fulfilled, my strength returns, my blackened heart beats once again
I've killed once again
Brought death once again
Centuries of oppression
The time has come to fight
No need to serve these tyrants
Our freedom is our right
Join forces, overthrow them
As one to cast them out
One man we need to lead us
Unite under one sword
Wronged by the enemy, one man steps up
True Highland Warrior, bent on revenge
The clans are amassing atop the great hill
Before them the battlefield, green and immense
The proud warrior rallies the men with his words
Spoken from the heart
"Warriors, brave and mighty
So long enslaved in pain
March now to die for freedom
Kill them and break their chains"
Advancing on the hated ones
To meet their destiny
For death or glory they'll fight
For their chance to be free
Raging
Bleeding
Hatred
Seething
Hundreds lay wounded
Hundreds more dead
Our losses are many, but their many more
Chanting his name, the brave warriors cry
Their warlord has led them to victory
The enemy's fled but no doubt will return
Their king Longshanks' will ever bent on revenge
So onward, brave soldiers
March south to their lands
This triumph will not be our last in this war
All lyrics written by Tim van Tinteren. Copyright ©2002/3 Phallicide.
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