Death Power - The Bogeyman lyrics
Tracks 01. Wendigo
02. Begin The Sacrifice 03. War 04. March Of The Dead 05. Satan's Litanies 06. The Bogeyman 07. Away With You 08. Stop The Time 01. Wendigo
A mystic night, He has come back for our lives
We can't escape, He will make a dead set No one can survive, My tribe will be destroyed In front of me, My past revolves He wants our minds, Evil force of the night I see my end tonight I am dying to live, No one can help me Horrible death, dust to be free If you want to die, Follow his tracks Bestial ritual, I am dying in his arms Flash in my mind, My life is ending I can't escape, Struck by lightning Clearness of skies will be troubled because of the memory and hate begot by Human weakness and cruelty that had been punished by the celestial chastisement, Bloodstained... Our gods left us, Because of lies No hope to win, There is no more fight Heaven is too dark, Giving us a fright There is no illusion, No ideal to die Beetween Earth and sky, Just a dark hole Shreds of our corpses, Dissected Wendigo rules now, The game is over Bloody punishment, Stronger than ever 02. Begin The Sacrifice
Old manor smelling of death
Before the first light of dawm Strange people are holding their breath Waiting to come into their owm They invoked their master in moans To take part in the sacrifice The master of pleasure on his throne Is ready to satisfy his vice Begin the sacrifice Flames of hate invade the room The virgin is ready to die A nameless force possesses her doom She will lose her virginity tonight A destroying dick penetrates her Ploughing wildly into her belly Sentence of fanatic fever The bloody sacrifice is ready Begin the sacrifice Killed, Bled, To satisfy their need Her heart rests in their hands Burnt, raped, Under a spell For the fanatism of a sect Begin the sacrifice 03. War
Soldier, Can you see the child
This lonely mind Left alone in the war All is dark, All is black. Soldier, Can you feel his sadness Can you feel his pain Can you feel your madness When the bombs rain Evil, In your eyes, A deadly smile Can you feel death in your hand ? Slaughter, Under the sun, Through a machine gun To exterminate this innocent... Innocent, Putrefied corpses, Blasphemed lands Thanks... To You, Leaders, Insane and Criminal Reflection, No more action Just comprehension Please, Stop it ! Enthusiastics, Of metal dicks Eater of lives Tear-Jerkers Great ! Elation, At each new dead Falling into the trap Of guns jerking off Ya got a bone? Hear you, Terrifying sound Of deadly bombs Digging tombs For you? You are just a poor armed child Who loves and wants To love again Always ! But the love of your country Higher than men´s Makes you feel bad Go mad ? Innocent, Putrefied corpses, Blasphemed lands Thanks... To You, Leaders, Insane and Criminal Can you realize all these dead, You, Behind your desk ? Can you hear bombs noise, Twisting your head ? Can you feel the blood running, Dirtying your hands ? Can you see innocent lives, Running away ? 04. March Of The Dead
Feeling the high pression
In the darkness of your mind Your near execution Darkens your cell tonight Deceived by your wife You erase this mistake Cutting them to pieces They will never awake March of the dead By criminal court You have been sentenced to death For you there is no way out Spiritually, You are dead Now it is time to die Your time on earth is over Under the bloody guillotine There are no Hate, no Anger March of the dead 05. Satan's Litanies
You the most demoniac of Angels
And cruelest of Demons The Prince of Exil and Hell The father of illegitimate Sons Beaten, Betrayed by Fate Always you rise up again stronger You subsist on peoples Hate And the Love of your apostles Anger Glory and Praises, Satans Litanies Habitual Healer of mans Agonies You are the Hangeds Confessor You are answerable for my long Miseries On Lifes scaffold you are the Tormentor Much good may it to do Under the flames of Hell Where die unfortunate few Gathering Souls under the Passing Bell Glory and Praises, Satans Litanies Glory and Praises to you in the Heights Of Heaven, Where you Reigned And in the Depths of Hell, Where Straight You are dreaming silently in Pain May you protect my Tortured Soul Under the tree of Mystical Visions Near you they rest for ever But others are ready for Mission 06. The Bogeyman
During the night, When you sleep and all is right
The bogeyman wanders about the streets, Awful sight A small child in his bag, Blood on his hands He goes off without saying a word to unknown lands The Bogeyman The night after, He will come to take you away You know that, frightend, and alone you pray Feeling of fear, In your room he is tonight You feel his fetid breath, You will disappear before its light The Bogeyman 07. Away With You
District of madness and district of death
Where people sink into decay You, Poor tired out man, your life is a nightmare A nightmare you see everyday No compassion in my eyes, Just a cruel desire Which invades my mind at their each cry Oh my God tell me, What I ought to do They shout too loud, Oh please, Away with you! In your little flat, In tht shadowy light You hide behind your shutter A dark desire in your tortured mind You must act sooner or later Tonight I am searching with my rifle Looking for a squaling one, To exterminate This little sucker is in my sights Looking in my eyes, He sees only death Looking in the street, Ready to fire This noise in my Head must end, He must die ! This tormentor hurts me, Laughing, Shouting endlessly Not another idea in my mind, He shall die ! Come on, Cry, Come on, Die... In the flash of my eyes, You see, The deadly impression in its entirety You feel death pierce you intensely, In the night For you, Death is the only fate, A fate becoming reality I am your master, As you see, Endlessly Come on, Cry, Come on, Die... 08. Stop The Time
The fear of being old, The haze of time
After a certain age, To live is a crime I'd like to stop fate, Irremidiable proccss And keep this youth, What I want to eXpress I don't want to be old I don't want to cry I don't want to be alone And I don't want to die My eyes will be glazed and my skin tired Wrinkles will be furrowed, Softening my mind My agony and doubt growing more and more I can't face that through this mirror I don't want to be old I don't want to cry I don't want to be alone And I don't want to die Stop the time... The time Stop the time... and Die... |