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AMNESTY LYRICS
"Half Hour of Aggression" (2000 Live album)
1. Intro
2. Sadist
3. Slowly We Rot (Obituary)
4. Altars of Wars
5. Darkness in Eden
6. Nameless God
7. Pain in the Last Path
8. South of Heaven (Slayer)
1. Intro
2. Sadist
His pride,
does not permit him to surrender
Vile does not leaves him all the time
Destruction, murders and pain
Sadist creates refuge round oneself
He never will be turned back
Terrible, slaughter, he tills practice of death
Sadistic maniac, here is his name
Serf to own rule
To bloody rule
Among endless days
Fully madness
His vocation is to hold hatchet
To distribute fear and death
Victims caused by him
Did not finish yet to rot
To last forgotten
Confined inside own loneliness
With face cut up with desire
He waits on dawn...
3. Slowly We Rot (Obituary)
4. Altars of Wars
imprisoned in place of madness, on altars of wars
they are puppets in hands greedy politicians
they nust fight in name of false demands
they must be machines to destroy all constructions
supposed victory, born in pain
who is the winner, who to blame?
imprisoned in place of madness, on altars of wars
they must listen absurd, inhuman orders
they must massacre children and all families
their minds are put to trial and torn from feelings
now drops dusk
liters of blood flow to rivers
everywhere lie dead
bodies of innocent people
and only bleeding rain
tears full bitternes
their murderers must kill to survive...
5. Darkness in Eden
6. Nameless God
was a fire in your blood
and with thundering of trumpets
his voice put to tremble
your soul
morbid domination
for satisfaction
who played with false card
nameless god
god!!! in expectation on one's own god
god!!! you did not experience end!
only now you can see truth
every picture tells story
which one powerful you had to be
just now i can feel your pain
convicted on death
you crawl in a puddle of blood
bloody secretions flow out
fro dark crevices of your body
7. Pain in the Last Path
i walk along
paths of my exile
but death
is just half of them
infinite are hours of time
torn out of night
when i lie burning in restless, painful yearning
listen to knocks of pulse, rhythym of my heart
and feels without trouble, that this is last hour
darkness drops fat, throttling with folds
bowls aloud call for poison
in honour this, which not one can see
source does fills quickly
behind the back this, which not one can see
8. South of Heaven (Slayer)
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