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WARBREED LYRICS
"So cry havoc..." (2006 Demo)
1. Sippenhaft
2. Aliy Sneg (Blood-Red Snow)
3. The Spandau Enigma
4. The Hour Of The Wolf (Berserkr Version)
5. Hostis Ante Portas
1. Sippenhaft
I'm a soldier for the Reich,
I'm the archetype of the Aryan übermensch,
But I am not proud of what I've done,
I've killed so many that I finally lost all count.
I was so blind; I did not see my dream,
Of unity differed completely from reality,
But nothing is like it should be and I feel,
I can't breathe, when I recall the madness and the carnage.
I never wanted to be the pawn in this game,
Never wanted to see what I've seen,
I naively hope that someday I'll be set free,
Days are passing by and I'm still enslaved and forgotten.
…enslaved and forgotten.
I fear not for my life but for that of my wife and son,
A pledge of allegiance with a high price,
These binds of flesh are a wicked machination,
Punishment to the clan, our downfall is called Sippenhaft.
I'm a man in quest for his redemption,
Whose dreams have turned him into a slave to the slaughterhouse,
I wish I could go back in time and turn the story round,
And then I would have held back my passion.
Call me a fool, but at that time the idea sounded right,
I guess I am a fool,
We were supposed to raise our country from its ashes,
But this way everyday there are more and more ashes…
I never wanted to be the pawn in this game,
Never wanted to see what I've seen,
I have lost any hope that I'll be set free,
Days are passing by, and I'm still enslaved and forgotten.
What am I supposed to do when all hope is lost?
Close my eyes and cry while I pull the trigger?
This is no way of life; it's rather a taste of death,
Farewell to you all; it’s the only way out.
What’s there for me?
Silky clouds or ravenous fire?
Death, set me free,
I’ll kill no more; this last bullet is for me.
2. Aliy Sneg (Blood-Red Snow)
This is the tale of the dormant Finland,
About its people and its luck of the draw,
This is the tale of the conquering Russia,
And its victorious dead that never returned.
The Reds began their crushing crusade,
Towards the land where Väinämöinen once lived,
The land of snowy plains and endless nights,
Of a thousand lakes and seven hundred years of enslavement…
Slumber, chains and bloodstained
Swords, steels that clashed in the deafening silence.
The burning rain fell down on the resistance,
How to endure the weight of the world?
This was another kind of war in two fronts,
There's the human foe and the ruthless cold.
And so this land took the form of a big pool,
Where pride got steeped as many lives were lost,
Who were the heroes? Who were the bad guys?
Where was now the place they used to call home?
[Viktoriya Nikolaevna Shestakova]
Our fathers left their homes to reclaim their honour and to fight for the mothers of mothers…
[Markku Hamalainen]
…They sent strangers into our Karelia, and our beloved soil was desecrated.
Total silence… tearful, mournful
Stillness, not even a sound in the blood-red battlefield.
Over this snow,
Snow that once was white,
Lie the heroes,
The heroes from both sides.
The red covers all,
All we have ever known,
Such a grim sight,
A sight so hard to describe,
Blood-red snow.
And so this tragic tale came to an end,
When peace was signed once blood had been spilt,
Who did survive? Who did win…
If both of their banners were red in the end?
The Finns gave up their sacrosanct land,
The Russians got what they had yearned for so long,
But in the end, what did they all get for themselves?
Nothing but a handful of snow.
Bloodstained, cold and fragile
Snow, the very same snow that covered their bones.
Over this snow,
Snow that once was white,
Lie the heroes,
The heroes from both sides.
The red covers all,
All we have ever known,
Such a grim sight,
A sight so hard to describe,
Blood-red snow.
3. The Spandau Enigma
[Prisoner No. 7]
I died yesterday, strangled by two men,
They said I took my life, but they'd taken mine twice.
They say they know me well, but I know I'm innocent,
My name is Alfred Horn, dead since May, 1941.
Then at last I closed my eyes. Forgotten? Forgiven?
Before my light goes off, I want you all to know,
Before my soul ascends, I wish to be absolved.
I was a simple man, a scapegoat for the great plan,
The big owl’s left its cage and flew into oblivion…
[The Scholar]
Who died there… in that cold cell?
Quid est Veritas? - His dairy read.
Truth or tale?
[Prisoner No. 7]
So many years have passed since that dreadful night,
When I landed on the Glens and kissed my freedom goodbye.
A thousand miles away, four walls to drive me insane,
The flames of desperation burnt my hopes right to the ground.
Not alone, no, no, not alone. No, never, never alone,
Never, ever, utterly alone; voices in my head!
My madness dies with me.
Then at last I've found my rest. Forsaken? Forgiven?
So this is how it ends? I take the blame to the grave,
The men in black are here, my fate`s becoming clear.
The enigma lies unsolved, six feet underground,
But I have told my tale and crave for absolution…
[The Scholar]
Who died there… in that cold cell?
Quid est Veritas? - His dairy read.
Truth or tale?
We may never ever know,
The Spandau Enigma, one and all,
The mystery lingers on,
The Spandau Enigma lies unsolved!
4. The Hour Of The Wolf (Berserkr Version)
[Adolf Hitler]
I'm the wolf that yearns for bowels; I'm the man that lusts for power,
I'm an angel; I'm a daimon, on my way to war…
No one thought I would become such a mighty demigod,
I’m a saviour; a messiah, on our way to war…
Suffer, you ignored me; suffer, you have used me,
Suffer, you abused me; Now you'll suffer,
No more begging for bread, no more wretched living,
No more cold and hunger, just no fucking more…
Behold the wolf that I am; shiver! I am real.
I'm a newborn god of fire; I'm the shepherd of desire,
I bring pain to those who loathe me, on my way to war…
No one thought I would become the architect of a new war,
I’m a hero; a purifier, on our way to war…
Suffer, beg for mercy; suffer, heirs unworthy;
Suffer, you annoy me; now you’ll suffer,
No more golden temples; no more well-off Semites;
No more easy living for the wretched.
So it's time for you to…
Rise, rise, my wolves; together we will conquer the world,
This kingdom of unevenness will fall under the rule of fire and steel,
The glory of our people will bloom from a soil sowed with pride,
Rise, warriors of Germania; your fatherland is calling you to a war versus the world.
Make them work until they're bones, and then throw them at the dogs,
They were born to be enthralled; they don't know,
Put the weaklings in a row, staring at the eastern sun,
Put them backs against the wall and end it all.
Suffer, make them suffer; suffer, don't you falter,
Suffer, they deserve it; now they'll suffer,
No more alien bastards; no more wretched scumbags,
No more sorry asses; you'll be the last…
The hour of the wolf has begun, and I'm invincible.
I'm a dragon; I'm a vulture, I'm the Grendel of the future,
I'm a phoenix; I'm a jackal, on my way to war,
No one thought I would become the Germanic Behemoth,
I’m a prophet; a messiah, on our way to war…
Suffer, retribution; suffer, execution,
Suffer, no redemption; now you'll suffer,
No more gentle Gentiles; no more saints and sinners,
No more Pax Judea for the wretched,
The hour of the wolf has begun and I’m the overlord.
So it's time for you to…
Rise, rise, my wolves; together we will conquer the world,
This kingdom of unevenness will fall under the rule of fire and steel,
The glory of our people will bloom from a soil sowed with pride,
Rise, warriors of Germania; your fatherland is calling you to a new great war,
The legions of the Rhein stand proud at the eve of the trial by fire,
The songs from ancient times will inflame the hearts of the enlightened minds.
Arise and behold my creation; the industry of death by obliteration,
A thousand years of glory ahead; my empire will last forever…
5. Hostis Ante Portas
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