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TANGORODRIM LYRICS
"Those Who Unleashed" (2002)
1. To the Stench
2. Horror
3. Ratavuli
4. Fucking Conveyor
5. Wild Beast
6. My Place is in the Woods
7. Wooden Dwellings
1. To the Stench
Along the old Decrepit Cemetary
In the Rusty and Burning Hoofs
For Native Stench of your Grave
I Arrived in Blind Aggression to you
...O Galadriel
Making the Row on the Same Grave
Making More and More Sholderblades
Of The Fucking Priest!!!
I Hold, On The Twisted Knife
The Eyehole of the Last (finally) Priest
No More Material
For the Threshing Machine
For my Electric Desecrators
But Anyway I Continue to Desecrate
Sitting on the Rotting and Stenching
Grave of Galadriel.
2. Horror
Horror Insinerate the Places
Where Should Be Placed Our Hearts
Horror Makes The Alcohol
Frozen In Our Veins
Horror Turns All Around
Into The One Big Grinder
Where Aggressor Rules The Subconcious
From The Deep Blackness Of The World
I Feel No Air, No Taste Of Blood
Only The Contempt, Wich Making
Destruction Of The World
By Destroyers Of Eternity
Horror Insinerate The Places
Where Eternity Was Desecrated
And Turned Into Nothing
And We Tangorodrim
Those Who Unleashed
Bringing The Death
Desecrating The Existence
3. Ratavuli
4. Fucking Conveyor
Memories Of Devostated Corpses
Open The Next Events Of It's Own
Absolutly Bured Bones
O Alcohol - Blasphemy, Alright...
The Lifeless Layer Of My Thoughts
Unexecepts The Crash Of That
Temporary Holyness
And Again - Extreme Productivity
Of The Sholder Blades - Our Thrashing Machines
I Am A Joner
Making Wooden Dwellings
For Their Remains - The Sours For
Thrasing Machine
Hunting The Material
Pulling Out Their Frameworks
I Am Increasing Productivity
Of The Desecration By The Thrashing Machines
Memories Are Endless
And This Is The Fucking Ravishing Conveyor
5. Wild Beast
The lifeless path of the antimind
The heartless will of beast
Oh, give more death to me to the unsatiable one
Because the dawnless rules in my dwelling
The night wolf's spirits rushing about
In the timeless
With howling of the deaf frosts
With songs of the unhuman beings
Oh give more desecrations
To me to the unsatiable one
Because the feelless rules on the
Bestial throne
The fucking wild beast
6. My Place is in the Woods
Everyday I am into Darkthrone
(Into Bathory and Celtic Frost too)
Everyday I am into the beer
Deliberately losing sight
Of everything, avoid any contacts
My brains are metal scrape
My conscious is metal scrape too
And then - another bottle is broken
Thrash Metal possessions stoned
Fucking Black Metal is stoned too
I have sympathy for my
Bastarded existence
Daily, worshipping the vomitary altar
Oh, I turn into wood, into oak...
Overdosed by metal scrape...
The most dangerous weapon
I'm saying to you - put your knuckleduster
And all the time think about "Burzum"
7. Wooden Dwellings
From the depths, from the blackness
Of the hatred eveholes
Bestial feeling has sliped out
This is the crippling angel of barreness
Trails the decrepit corpse
Of the priest, on his hook.
And through the broken sun
In the Hellish chariot,
Come out the clutches of
The soulfreezer
The hook was suspended
In the dungeon of death
The bolt of the timestream was locked,
Angel became the stone...
...The knife-switch of soulfreezer arised
And the sawdust of the bones
Fills the air
With swet on my face
I work up the cracked sholderblade
Unlimited amount of holy priests.
Oh, how many of them
Are expecting their own turn
Laing right in the wooden suits.
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