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Panzerabwer Rock'n'Roll
05:37
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Scorched earth beneath my feet
Thunderous drums of the brigades
As they arrive like a stampede
Pink mists around my face
I crave for destruction and the smell of melting metal
Sadistic war butcher, to me everything's just cattle
I'm the devil's fist, satanic one man army
Wipe this battlefield clean, with the power of a tsunami
Breath, aim, load, fire
Breath, aim, reload, fire at will
The lust for blood has stained my soul
Still thousand fucking heads to roll
Reload the gun I'm in control
Panzerabwehr Rock'n'Roll
My road is paved with corpses
A scape of terror and death
Come in sight, motherfucker
And I'll take your last breath
I'll haunt the dreams of a whole fucking nation
I'll be the Boogeyman their offspring shall dread
My legacy will last until no more books are written
I'll kill and I'll murder, I'll wreck till I'm dead
Breath, aim, load, fire
Breath, aim, reload, fire at will
The lust for blood has stained my soul
Still thousand fucking heads to roll
Reload the gun I'm in control
Panzerabwehr Rock'n'Roll
Attack!
Scorched earth beneath my feet
Thunderous drums of the brigades
As they arrive like a stampede
Pink mists around my face
I crave for destruction and the smell of melting metal
Sadistic war butcher, to me everything's just cattle
I'm the devil's fist, satanic one man army
Wipe this battlefield clean, with the power of a tsunami
Breath, aim, load, fire
Breath, aim, reload, fire at will
The lust for blood has stained my soul
Still thousand fucking heads to roll
Reload the gun I'm in control
Panzerabwehr Rock'n'Roll
The lust for blood has stained my soul
Still thousand fucking heads to roll
Reload my gun, craving for battle
Panzerabwehr Heavy Metal
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2. |
Slaves Of The Cock
03:55
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Now, here's a fucking drinking song
Which gets us signed to Nuclear Blast
Shouting „HEAVY FUCKING METAL!“
Playing Pop-Rock at best
Fuck your lame-ass party music
Masked as Heavy Metal
I can't stand this keyboard-ridden bullshit
Which lacks any aggression
With autotuned vocals
'Cause you can't hold a note
But don't worry, maniacs
Vomit's here to bring the antidote
Where is all the anger?
Why is everyone at peace?
Fuck, I am so annoyed
With almost every modern release
Get another female vocalist
Fronting another faceless band
Sign those dorks, let them tour
And then start this shit again
Can't grow a spine but acting hard on shows
You ain't even traitors, you're just a bunch of hoes
Already open up your greedy mouths, since you enjoy to suck
See you under the table you're mere slaves of the cock
Black Metal Attitude, every modern mix sucks
Do what you call metal, we know it's for the bucks
You'll be played on radio, while we are trashing bars
You're still pop even if you got distorted guitars
Send your shit to magazines
They call it a breakthrough
But keep in mind
You indirectly pay for reviews
And the media
Depraved into a field of mines
How about facing your problems
Instead of posting them online
They really don't rock hard
But don't you dare say a word
New gen of metal fans
Will be butt-fucking-hurt
Include every wretched failure
Dignity's long gone
But metal always was exclusive
Since it's dawn
Can't grow a spine but acting hard on shows
You ain't even traitors, you're just a bunch of hoes
Already open up your greedy mouths, since you enjoy to suck
See you under the table you're mere slaves of the cock
Black Metal Attitude, every modern mix sucks
Do what you call metal, we know it's for the bucks
You'll be played on radio, while we are trashing bars
You're still pop even if you got distorted guitars
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3. |
Cunts & Cocaine
03:30
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Friday night, beer's alright
There's no fucking end in sight
Line after line, takes us high
Satanic blasphemies in mind
Addiction is running through my veins
The devil's lust is driving me insane
Cunts and cocaine
Lawless and raw, a reckless force
I'll do whatever I want, no remorse
Live fast and die
There's no purpose in this life
Addiction is running through my veins
The devil's lust is driving me insane
Cunts and cocaine
I'm looking for fun, bitch, not for fame
Sex, drugs and metal, that's my game
I am of the Devil, commited to sin
Don't try to resist, I always give in
I won't deny who I am
Hungover, I'll pass
I start again, give me the glass
Never clean, never sober
Living fast, until it's over
I've tasted the forbidden fruit
Feeling great, I'm in the perfect mood
My ego cannot be tamed
And I'll never be the fucking same
Cunts and cocaine
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Homunculus
04:27
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He
who never transcended
Stricken with frailty
Perished by his flaws
The impotency to recreate himself
I am born out of his demise
He
Of whose semen I am
Whose blood I inherit
Wearing the foul stench of his impuissance
As it is mine now
Through veins and arteries
In blood and saliva
In bones and marrow
In teeth and skin
In soul and sin
I am of his blood
Am I of his indulgence?
I am of his blood
I am born out of his demise
I am of his blood
Am I of his indulgence?
I am of his blood
Blood to flesh - Homunculus
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Black Metal Bastards
05:10
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We're a crew of misfits, we're Hell's elite
We're hybrids with the will to exceed
Pumping the iron, snorting cocaine
Dead drunk on stage like a hurricane
Black Metal Bastards
We're here for riffs and rhymes
Blastbeats and booze
Smokes and snorting lines
Heavy Metal Hurensohn
Obstinate, fueled by hate
Your spineless albums
All sound the same
Jacked physique, livers like drunks
You fuckers can't put a label on us
We respect the classics, rough and vile
Corpse paint just doesn't fit our style
Black Metal Bastards
We're here for riffs and rhymes
Blastbeats and booze
Smokes and snorting lines
Heavy Metal Hurensohn
Obstinate, fueled by hate
Your spineless albums
All sound the same
We won't behave, we drink too much
We're going heavy, never lift enough
We go to your gigs, straight to the bar
And for fuck's sake, some of us can really play the guitar
Ugh!
Black Metal Bastards
Yeah!
Black Metal Bastards
Inked and ireful, arrogant and abusing
Keep your humanist bullshit out of this music
Black Metal Bastards
Ugh!
Black Metal Bastards
Yeah!
Black Metal Bastards
Fuck your beliefs, it is vomit inducing
Keep your humanist bullshit out of this music
Black Metal Bastards
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6. |
Hunger Of Ghouls
02:17
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I got a never ending urge
It's hard for me to tame
I fucking need to eat
Gluttony is my name
I run dry while I drink
I starve while I feast
There never is enough
Enough for me
Give me the living or serve me the dead
Dress me the flesh or the bones instead
I'll eat the rotten, the damned and the sick
Fulfill my needs to get rid of it
I got the never ending urge
impossible to tame
The inevitable hunger
I put gluttony to shame
I completely lost control
of my excessive desire
I waste and I waste and I waste
No matter what I do, it won't satisfy
Give me the living or serve me the dead
Dress me the flesh or the bones instead
I'll eat the rotten, the damned and the sick
Fulfill my needs to get rid of it
Yeah
I've got the hunger of ghouls
Yeah
I've got the hunger of ghouls
I still feel the void inside
Although, I think, I've got to throw up
This behavior won't do me no good
But it's the only joy I've got
Give me the living or serve me the dead
Dress me the flesh or the bones instead
I'll eat the rotten, the damned and the sick
Fulfill my needs to get rid of it
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7. |
Demons Come Back
03:14
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I'm sitting in this room, darkness all around
Not a single lighted candle, nothing generates a sound
I'm starring at this fucking piece of paper for hours
It's blank and that's how it'll stay, since nothing's coming out
I used to write past midnight, since that was my time
Demons made me creative but now nothing comes to mind
Not a single fucking sentence, not a single rhyme
Even finding a title would be fucking sublime
I feel the void inside my head
Demons please would you come back
Void in my head
Demons come back
Void in my head
Oh please, my demons come back
I considered taking shit, almost don't gave a fuck
But I won't disparage my music and be dependent on drugs
There has to be another way, I know it's in my blood
I can do this, I'll beat this fucking writer's block
If emptiness wipes out every thought in your head
And void devoures every single feeling you've had
That makes you feel numb, makes you feel almost dead
You even wish for your fucking demons to come back
I feel the void inside my head
Demons please would you come back
Void in my head
Demons come back
Void in my head
Oh please, my demons come back
Sink your claws into my flesh
Let my blood run down your throat
I will wait for your return
And I'll burn, I'll burn
Void in my head
Demons come back
Void in my head
Oh please, my demons come back
A voice in my head
Demons came back
Ideas start to grow
I'll write them down
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8. |
Goat VVytch King
06:11
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You can attribute the lack of creativity
To the decades, which went by
Meanwhile they took almost every melody
And left us feeling, there's nothing more to contrive
There's a need to subject to certain principles
And if you go for cliches, go all the fucking way
Don't half-ass your shit, embrace the exaggeration
Consistency is key
If you can't proudly back your music
Show complete commitment in every aspect
Or try to be different without a vision
You're not different, you're just disoriented
And I now it's hard, trust me I do
I've got several bands and projects, too
And I know there might be directives a scene will dictate
But is it too hard, to come up with a decent name?
You might as well call it
Goat Vvytch King
Call it
Goat Vvytch King
Just call it
Goat Vvytch King
Yeah, that's it
Goat Vvytch King
Excuse me, which king?!
If there's conviction
Then, there's is way
But there's no reason at all
For restraint
But then again, maybe it's just a part of artistry
Some will always fail and stay obscure
That some will always wallow in triviality
For mediocrity is the hardest to endure
Goat Vvytch King
Call it
Goat Vvytch King
Just call it
Goat Vvytch King
Yeah, that's it
Goat Vvytch King
Excuse me, which king?!
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Vomit Division Bremen, Germany
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