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SELBSTMORD LYRICS
"Spectre of Hate" (2002)
1. A Profusion of Dust
2. Day of the Murderers
3. On the Fucking Shroud of Madness
4. Unnamed Horizon
5. The Forerunner of New Chaos
6. Symbol of Decay
7. His Blind Existence
8. Kill Yourself
1. A Profusion of Dust
2. Day of the Murderers
We were born to win
Inspired by the magic power
Baptized with flames
We will freed with our suffering and fear
Cold blood!
A threat of the oncoming rout
The world between life and death
Cleansed from memories, emotions and personality
Bereft of hope
We will be the cause of the events
Shaking human sanity
We won't let them forget!
We will break the resistance to final anihilate
Your houses turned into lifeless outbacks
Mind weakened by the mental anguish
There's nothing to isolate from the nightmare
of the massive destruction
3. On the Fucking Shroud of Madness
Limb, abhorrent creatures
Lopsided offspring of the wretched
Pathetic reflection of the beautiful dreams
Life among the creatures
Mortal soul closed in a weak body
Mortal coating unabling to live forever
Thoughtless obedience
Fulfillment in feeling pain and humiliation
Senses that don't let sight
The truth about the curse
Infirmity of satiating leashed lusts
Millions of eyes gazing at the shapeless statue
Glorification of lie
Madness and fear of the fall of the phony morality
I don't crave for anything
But your death!
4. Unnamed Horizon
Through dense smoke
Hovering with the strenght of the wind
I glance at the shadow, were my memory
Finds a distant vision, a blurred picture of the world,
Where the mankind lost their capability
And came the time when a stormy
Proclaimed his coming
Like a bloodshot chaos
Sublmerging from the blackest abyss of the universe
Like a blasphemous fist, crushing incunceivable mercy
Waiting for the death of the blind faith
I saw hundred - year old domes and towers
Turn into ashes
(It was their real destiny)
When a dull roar tore the earth apart
Abysmal precipice swallowed
The hated temple of the false god
Smokes veiled the sky...
Stillness... Piles of corpses on the emptied square
Only moans and swearing are heard
I heard, hovering above my head, not far away from
The endless landscape of death
Triumphial laughter of the mighty one
5. The Forerunner of New Chaos
In a place where there is no god of semits
Our victorious ideas are blooming
The cross of the brave spangled banners
are all around
Hands risen towards the sun
The holy race - war
In the Honour of our White race
Hatred to the enemies, native pride
Aryan blood runs all the time
The victory is in our hands
The power and the strenght of our minds
kills the numb swines
Our path is marked with the sign of the sun
Path to the Aryan realm
The throne of the invincible
6. Symbol of Decay
Your tried to enslave me
Although you knew nothing about me
The darkness that sticks in me
You wanted to wrap your filthy claws
Around my neck
Just like you did to the survivers
Decimated by the faith in you
I want to drown you in the abyss
Crush your throne and disorted beauty
Here I come! I'm the horror of the primeval chaos
My strenght grows with every murder, suicide and illness
They will affect poor reality
Inspire with wisdom, you've never heard of so die!
I will ashes your soul, so that
even memory of you won't last
7. His Blind Existence
You chose a path of treason and money
You are there,
where phoniness and hypocrisy
Are the values
You dared to sell your mother for
your own benefit
You even dared to sell your jahwe
You are nobody!
You won't flee the hand,
which has always stalked
Your lousy fate
You will sprew with your blood,
which has no value
In my fist burns the fire
They will find you anywhere - you won't flee!
You'd better rip out your flesh yourself
For the death of my hand is gonna be worse
8. Kill Yourself
Your life is shallow
Like the stare, which you profane this land with
Kill yourself!
'cos your thoughts taint
The freshness of the air I breathe
Kill yourself!
'cos your breath is like a venom
Poisoning the blood in my veins
Kill yourself!
'cos your words creep like vermin
feeding upon feces
Kill yourself!
'cos you are a pathetic creature of my world
Kill yourself!
'cos your light steals the blackness
in which I dwell
Kill yourself!
For this once time I will be your friend
Steel of the blade is so cold
Take it as a gift
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