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MISERYCORE LYRICS
"Get Total Apart" (2006 EP)
1. We'll Take Command
2. Gas Them All
3. Get Total Apart
4. Hellthrashers Speed Mayhem
1. We'll Take Command
We`ve grown like dead flowers in Valpo`s port
Along with 90`s "brutal" "death" "metal" scene
there were no trades, pure fags!
How could they proclam theirselves as real metal heads??
Now we've come with hatred guitar riffs ,summoning metal from the past
we are the chain armed militia
Hell thrashing bangers we're possessed by our wicked minds
Chorus: We will take command!!
We will take command!!
We will take command!!
We will take...
...command of your soul whatever who you are!!
more if you are one of those "social- critical" dumbs,
are you gambling for a better world??
..please make your baggagge to wimpy-happy-land
We are glad to lead this stupid world to its destruction
We cultivate ourselves from your putrefaction,
We'll keep laughing while your planet is going down,
We'll keep our way UPWARDS
WE`LL NEVER JOIN YOUR DANCE.
Chorus: We will take command!!
We will take command!!
We will take command!!
We will take command!!
2. Gas Them All
I.- I’ve erased my signs of charity, absorbed sweet inmorality
and intense pain means light for my mental ascent.
I forgot about good manners and about talking in the “public square”
my eyes stare at the horizon of constant end...
I make love to hate...I make hate to love,
I have all the charachteristics of a human being
but not a single identifiable emotion.
Coro: ...Distant Thunder of Death... kind you will be in my mountains!!
I have the clouds you need to step on the populist worms
And crush their dreams of joy!!
You are the instrument to paint the end!
I am the paper in blank to let your artwork be done!!...
Gas them all!
II.- Evil Metal is my born language
to build my empire of life’s decline,
I have not enough sense of humor
to loose with your gregarious mood of jokes.
I have come to destroy your idols
as a not charismatic antichrist,
I am the angel of nothingness
pleased to give your soul what it deserves.
Coro: ...Distant Thunder of Death ...kind you will be in my mountains!!
I have the clouds you need to step on the populist worms...
And crush their dreams of joy!!
You are the instrument to paint the end!
I am the paper in blank to let your artwork be done!!...
Gas them all!
3. Get Total Apart
I.- The fact which makes the need to socialize grow within man
is his unhability to stand loneliness and bear himself into it
oh.... that stupid mania of always going in groups
in solitude feels the miserable his misery
in solitude feels his magnitude the individual from the heights.
break your stupid social relationships,
enjoy your darkself, enclose with madness...
Coro: Get lost, get total apart; from the insignificant mass
Get lost, get total apart, from the insignifcant mass
Give birth to your social funeral!!!
II.- There are no “friends” and no “family”,
external universe is inert for me
you still think this is a kind of game???
read the lyrics you retard! Maybe I’m writting against your thought!
...but you keep “rocking this tune”...
this is pain, is sorrow, is hate:
Metal for tormented ones enhanced in the most completely
state of loneliness!!!
Coro: Get lost, get total apart; from the insignificant mass
Get lost, get total apart, from the insignifcant mass
Give birth to your social funeral!!!
...the pleasure of being apart!!...
4. Hellthrashers Speed Mayhem
The sound of chains in evil night
alert the trendy worms to begin their run,
A blackened militia of hell
of alcoholic bangers ready to go on their hunt.
Metallic circle of the night
in which you'll never be welcome in your life.
Your friendly metal we'll keep away,
and your superstar speech here will be in vain.
Coro: Hellthrashers speed mayhem
the evil torture for posers to suffer
Hellthrashers speed mayhem
the evil alcoholic massacre for your fashion to die
The leather onslaught has begun
we merciless steel-soldiers never fall.
Our hellish beast will never rest
our only law is speed and lust,
we are adicts to this art of hate.
This isn't for their mainstream ears
this isn't for their stupid forums full of dumbs.
The only thing we care about in this miserable world of shit
is our desire.
Coro: Hellthrashers speed mayhem
the evil torture for posers to suffer
Hellthrashers speed mayhem
the evil alcoholic massacre for your fashion to die
The sound of chains in evil night
alert the trendy worms to begin their run,
A blackened militia of hell
of alcoholic bangers ready to go on their hunt.
Metallic circle of the night
in which you'll never be welcome in your life.
Your friendly metal we'll keep away,
and your superstar speech here will be in vain.
Coro: Hellthrashers speed fucking mayhem
the evil alcoholic massacre for the whole world to die
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