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DEATH SCYTHES LYRICS
"...And The Harvest Begins..." (2006 Demo)
1. ...And The Harvest Begins...
2. Deus Ex Machina
3. A Soldier's Tribute To Death
4. Ecclesia Abhorret a Sanguine
1. ...And The Harvest Begins...
2. Deus Ex Machina
Earth in flames
Not a drop of rain
Armies og angels
fall from the sky
to punish the sins
of human race
Die or redeeme
Now chose your side.
Staywith us
the project is ready
We want to live
can you deny it?
Build with junk of
our suffered lives
Our machine is invincible
you can't stop it
Deus ex machina
with the powers of a god
your false haven will fall
Deus ex machina
with the hellfire
your false haven will burn
Deus ex machina
with his crushing fists
your false haven is now dust
And the war begin
millions of bodies
that lie on the ground.
Fear our army
You are so near
Wait us with fear
This machine will not
leave your memory too.
The final battle
face to face
Our useless god falls
in to pieces
Now we can rule our lives
without thinking
if this is wrong or right
3. A Soldier's Tribute To Death
Fight,fight for the win,
fight, fight for your life
Frontline, always in first line,
fight those bastards,
killing machines, victory will be mine,
massacre them, shot in their heads,
blood now spills cause death is by my side!
Kill and slain for the god of your pain...
Hate is running through my veins!
Iwill destroy you and smash your fucking brain!
Fight,fight for the win,
fight, fight for your life
Hunt them in their trench
jump on their heads
a cut in his throath
the deepest i can
Chaos in the ranks
it's time to escape
a harvest of souls
as i'm reaping them
RIT.
Battle, sound of smashed heads,
running through wastes of blood,
and corpses without a name,
sometimes slaves of Death from the cradle!
Battle, sound of smashed heads,
running through wastes of blood,
and corpses without a name,
A soldier's tribute to Death!
Mountains of skulls on the hills!
Death is waiting her servant!
Now rest in peace in your fucking grave!
in your fucking grave!
grave!
4. Ecclesia Abhorret a Sanguine
Water slides through the river
unconscious responsible of the next homicide
If she's Satan's whore her faith can save herself
otherwise an innocent soul will fly through death
to heaven.
Without remorse,
conscious of have offered a chance to her
we listen, convicted, to the words
of the slave of the Lord
that light us the way of salvation
with the next victim...
Their corrupted souls
will be purified by holy flames
false words will become pleadings of mercy...
but one day, they will thank us...
they don't know, they can't understand...
Quiet all around,
the fog engorge the village,
the crowd rebels, the fire flare up.
while the curser is burning,
the child cry bloody tears,
the wind whiffs in the valley,
the rain is falling on the grave,
a raven bringer of evil fly around
the deamon's ashes.
A flash rip and bright the sky...
and now quiet again
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