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ATOMIZER LYRICS
"Songs of slaughter-Songs of sacrifice" (2004 EP)
1. Leave Nobody Standing
2. These Hands Will Never Be Clean
3. It Soon Became a Fast Track into Hell
4. A Cold Farewell
5. And Dust We Again Shall Be
6. The Finality of Death vs. the Pursuit of Scientific Advancement
7. The Undoer of Creation
8. A Cold Farewell (Reprise)
1. Leave Nobody Standing
Civilians, soldiers
No need to differentiate
Bullets, grenades, bayonets
Thrust that blade into the pyre!
Torching the living
In a race to meet the tonne
But when there's this much killing
Well, who's really keeping track?
Leave nobody standing
Let them know the thrust of your blade
The fewer remaining
The less chance this campaign
Comes back to haunt us
Avoiding said problems
Best achieved by their deaths
Raped, killed and mutilated
Slaughtered in front of family and friends
For this man's pleasure
Is his victim's pain
And what's an invasion
If no one is slain?
For if we are diligent
And we clean up our 'mess'
Our unbridled savagery
Generates no regret
For if we are diligent
Cancel out our debts
Their truth becomes fable
Their story dies with them
For what is war
If not a means to settle a debt
A blanket under which you'll do as you will
Refining the hunt, perfecting the kill
2. These Hands Will Never Be Clean
You signed up for it
Didn't you bother to read the fine print?
No retrospective claims have an ounce of validity
Once you signed on, you gave certain rights away
A contract signed in ink
It is sometimes a pact of blood
Use your fuckin' head!
And the will to stand by your actions
First thing you need to accept
Is that once your hands have been soiled
Soiled by the blood of man
They'll never again be clean
So whether they were friend or foe
You were merely a conduit
And just because you signed on in ink
It's not to suggest this is anything less
Than a pact of blood
War is an odyssey
Devoid of mercy
An engagement of spirit, blood and will
Where no one is spared
It affects all whether they live or die
But what, what becomes of me?
And what of these hands, that will never be clean?
And the soldier that lay there in the trench
Wounded, but not quite mortally
The 'friendly fire' had ripped through his abdomen
And he panted as though he was giving birth to his own death
His comrade tried to stem the flow of blood
And all the while he thought to himself
These hands will never be clean
3. It Soon Became a Fast Track into Hell
4. A Cold Farewell
It's a cold farewell
For the troops of the trench
When they're swallowed in the cloud
In this mustard colored stench
It's a cold farewell
All their comrades straight to hell
And when the mortar strikes the ground
When the gas fog swells
It's a cold farewell
When your lungs constrict
When your throat burns bare
And your eyes bulge and swell
It's a cold farewell
Your defences shot to hell
Coughing lungfuls of blood
Overwhelmed with dizzy spells
It's a cold farewell
For the troops of the trench
On the battlefield you're stranded
Wounded mildly at best
It's a cold farewell
When you're face down in the mud
And the enemy advances
You're surrounded by the thud
Of the boots on the trot
And the bayonets unsheathed
And you're anxious not to breathe
Desperate not to move
It's a cold farewell
When they stop and they circle
And even though you are surrounded
In your last moments you're alone
5. And Dust We Again Shall Be
Don't pray for me
For no life is eternal
Don't pray for me
I followed my heart
And I signed up for the cause
Don't pray for me
Even though it may appear
That a sentence has been cast
Don't pray for me
We're one and all destined for the dust
And my time is soon
For no life is eternal
Don't pray for me
For what is now shall always be
Don't pray for me
For what I have committed to
Is bigger than any you or me
Don't pray for me
As the serpents grip it tightens
Around the very throat of life
Don't pray for me
We're one and all destined for the dust
Though my heart is burning
War is a wheel that never stops turning
And I must submit to this call
A fire that never stops burning
Not as much nihilism as a yearning
Like my bretheren I will hear the call
Life and death are the cycle
And war hastens the inevitable
But sometimes it is what it is
The only real difference
The wheel spins much faster
For those who undertake this task
6. The Finality of Death vs. the Pursuit of Scientific Advancement
They say, there is glory
They say there is glory in death
But who really remembers the fallen?
And what sort of methods
What of the means to achieve
Self inflicted, or under the blade, experiments of torture
But he appeared as a doctor
And he's taken an oath
To revive to renew to repair
He gave him no struggle
Till he produced the scalpel
And proceeded no further prepared than that
They say, there is justice
And after all these men took an oath
So how did he find himself strapped to a table
Unprepared for the surgical probe
What kind of results did he seek
When he removed a lung just to see
How the subject would cope with the surgical practice
How quickly his health would deplete
Cutting deep into his chest
Analysing the potential for cardiac arrest
Surgery sans anesthesia to see how a man
Would deal with the pain
You'll wish you died in the field
Repeat the mantra
They say, there is glory
They say there is glory in death
But is it any more valid if you die under sufferance
Or under extreme duress
Would you say there's an ounce more esteem
For a death on the battlefield
As opposed to that suffered by a prisoner of war
His enemies' captive
Under the blade the experimental doctor's hand
7. The Undoer of Creation
I've heard so many, so many air raid sirens
That my reaction now
Is merely mild acknowledgement
And while nothing happens, without a reason
I just have to say that that magnesium dawn
Was most unexpected
The light was consumed in a scarlet plume
In a bluish flash and a shockwave boomed
A devastation that transformed the day
Into night!
In a firestorm in a hail of glass
This was the bomb of bombs
The doomsday blast
The undoer of creation had been unleashed
As far as the eye, as far as the eye could see
An en masse cremation, an atomic devastation
A terrain reduced to ashes, and dust to dust
And there were those who survived
Those who emerged from the carnage alive
Sifting through the deluge
They wandered the streets, zombified
8. A Cold Farewell (Reprise)
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