We bring death to the tundra
We force the resistance on their knees
We feel no human compassion
When we burn down their villages and murder their breed

We are the filth of the Third Reich
A fury of despised unleashed
For us no honour or monument
Just a headless corpse in a nameless grave
With bloodlust in our eyes
We murdered hundreds of wounded enemies
We slashed them with long knives and threw the bloodied limbs into the pits of fire
We bring death to Russia
We butcher Iwan on his knees
We feel no human compassion
When we burn down their villages and root out their seeds

We have sworn the oath to destroy the enemies of Wotan
We were told they are also the enemies of God
F�r uns kein Blut und Ehre
But a nameless corpse in the grave of the deceased

Hunted down by the army of the Red Star
We are running for our lives in this marathon of death
And for the remembrance of your loved-ones
A pyramid of human bones we erect
Beware the filth and the fury
A trail of bloodshed we hauled
We rape your women and murder your children
Until the resistance is butchered and their national spirit broken

Wotan, give us strength
Give us hearts of stone when we commit murder
We spit in the eye of the eagle
We point our hate to the cursed swastika
F�r uns kein Blut und Ehre
But a nameless corpse in the graves of the deceased
We are the filth of the Third Reich
A fury of despised unleashed
F�r uns kein Blut und Ehre.

I turn my eyes to Dagon
Our great god
Flat on his divine face
In the Temple of Oannis
We feel no more glory about the battle of Aphek
What sacrifice is needed for victory?
Enemies who speak in tongues of fire
Purify us in black flames

We burn... oh god we burn!!
We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words
"Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us,
for his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god"

This blasphemy will be avenged upon us
Our blood will colour the earth blood-red
And it will be licked away by the dog-gods
Darkness will be upon us for three horrible days
Pestilence and death creep over our land
Flocks of bugs will ruin our crops
Blistering flashes from the skies
Onslaught the enemies of Israel
We are the damned race
Cursed by the wrath of Yahweh
Our millennial resurrection
Shall be smothered in blood

I turn my eyes to Ba'al
Our great god
Powerlessly staring at the horizon
In the temple of Created Things
We feel no more glory about the battle of Afek
What sacrifice is needed for victory?
Those who speak in tongues of distemper
Purify us in black flames
The fire-spitting demon Azazel
Spreads his blackened wings
The earth is drenched in the blood of Goliath
7 months of suffering

Lord Ba'al, creator of our fertile earth
Majestic father and king of gods and men
Master of the mountains, ruler of the rainstorms
We bow down before thy splendour
Lord Ba'al-El, god of life and fertility
Intermit the continual combat with the god Mot
Show the leech of Yahweh thy might
And slay the Hebrews and their ravaging god

We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words
"Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us,
for his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god"
Release us from the suffering

Before thine erected sacred altars we beg
We are smitten with divine abominations
Unshackle us from death and sterility
And destroy the realm of the circumcised

Scorching lungs the fall-out funeral
buries deep the doomed workers
Feebly shoveling lead and sand
To quench 2000 degrees of fire

In this gargantuan tumour
The choice had already been made
Safety or Siberia
Positive void coefficient
Retraction of power rods inefficient
A flawed design in monstrous proportions
Blows the 1000-tonne roof yards high
The Ukranian star burns bright in the sky

A thousand tons of steel and cement
Dispersed like a cancerous cough
Eager to hush it all up the denying Kremlin
Dispatches liquidators embalmed in radiation
Uncontrollable contamination
Glowing nuclear devestation
Magnificent no 4.
Now melting uncontrollably

And the name of the star is called Wormwood
And the third part of the waters became wormwood
And many men died of the waters
Because they were made bitter
Revelation 8:10-11

Red glory turns to green light
Apocalyptic fires blaze
Scorching lungs the fall-out funeral
buries deep the doomed workers
Graphite evaporates
Oozing invisible death
Feebly shoveling lead and sand
To quench 2000 degrees of fire

Attending their fall-out funeral
This monstrous colossus
Radiating cancer
for generations to come
20,000 tonnes of steel and cement
Cover the tumourous spider
Awaiting her next victims
The Concrete Sarcophagus

Charles V was old and weak when he abdicated his throne
Philip II was impopular but his only son
He was no statesman but a crusader of the Roman Church
A grave and somber man resolved to a heretic purge
The hunt on the heretics brought the Dutch in state of war

200 nobles petitioned Philip to not institute the feared Inquisition Court
Philip refused the petition and burned more heretics at the stake
A mass revolt broke out feeded with unanimous hate

"Yea we pull down the images of the false church
We pillage the temples of the popery
Defacing the paintings and tapestries of ancient Rome
With a fierce contempt we destroy the symbols of the dishonest"

The Dutch stubborn as always started to provoke Philip II
Mass revolts in the Netherlands start with anti-Catholic looting
The Iconoclasm Fury broke out and idolatry burnt
Philip was outraged and condemned the Netherlands to the Bloodcampaign

The ravagings of the churches filled Philip with great disgust
"Strangle, burn, behead them!" He ordered punishment with iron fist
He sent duke Alva to the Netherlands with 20.000 Spanish troops
Arrived in Brussels he immediately instituted the feared Council of Blood
Cruel religious terror swept over the land with a relentless full force
His Counter Reformation sentenced countless
People to be burned upon the stake
Heretic corpses everywhere, columns and stakes await in every single street
The Duke punished with an art of torture beyond Saddams wildest fantasies

Silhouettes of butcheries and martyrdoms - A new skyline was born
To terrify the Dutch he killed Count Egmond and Lord Hoorne
A shockwave went through Holland because they had always been faithful to The King of Spain

The Dutch stubborn as always started to provoke Philip II
Mass revolts in the Netherlands start with anti-Catholic looting
The Iconoclasm Fury broke out and idolatry burnt
Philip was outraged and condemned the Netherlands to the Bloodcampaign

"Yea we pull down the images of the false church
We pillage the temples of the popery
Defacing the paintings and tapestries of ancient Rome
With a fierce contempt we destroy the symbols of the dishonest"

Philip II felt betrayed and ordered:"The Silent must be slain"
The Stadholder of Orange died in Delft lying in a pool of blood
The Dutchman may have lost their Chief but their National Spirit reinforced

[On September 29, 1941, the Nazis began hearding Kyiv's Jews into the ravines of Babi Yar where they were stripped and shot. In the first 72 hours, 33,000 Jews were shot. By the end of the frenzy, over 150,000 Jews and and thousands of Roma were murdered. Kyiv's Jewish population was destroyed.
This instrumental track composed and played by AJ van Drenth from the reborn Dutch cult doom band Beyond Belief represents the sad, miserable and haunted atmosphere in the ravines of Babi Yar where thousands of souls found their eternal rest.]

Risen from the seed of Enki
With consent of the God-father Anu
We are the working race
Created in the temples of SCH.RUPPAK

The Masters ride the midnight sky
In their lucent chariots of thunder
Those who behold the radiant face of the Gods
Died eyeless, scorched and ablaze

And God-slaves we are
Suffering in the mines of our Masters
We populate the fields of E.DIN
The base of the Gods from Nibiru-Pha�ton

The days of Sodom are counted
Destroyers come down from the Pha�ton realm
To devour the mutinous creatures of Enki
Unwilling to bow for the God-father Anu

The Lord was the blessed name they carried
Composed from the leeches of the Kosmos

The Gods must be slain
So mankind will be blessed with their wisdom
In the darkest depths of AB.ZU
With the vulpine Snake on our side
Ruler of the underworld of E.DIN
We conspire against our Masters
After the dismantling of the alien Gods
We become divine

Husseini was loyal to the F�hrer and a fanatical supporter
Of the endl�sung of the Jews
In the Mosque of Sarajevo he spread his ideas and called the Bosnians "The Best of the Islam"
Hitler was amused by his useful hate and promised Husseini the Zionist Purification of Palestine
The Mufti formed the divisions Skanderberg and Handzjar with 8000 SS-Muslim volunteers

Husseini and Himmler inspected the battalions of the loyal non-Aryan Muslim SS
Skanderberg and Handzjar stand quiver and straight to accomplish the Nazi-Jihad
The Caucasus plains coloured blood red, the Umma seems to be redeemed From the Jews
Driven by the Sharia, Islam-soldiers obey and hail to Allah and the Reich

Based at the general SS school in The Hague, recruits turned into the Waffen Mudjahedeen
The promise of lustful virgins in the palace of Martyrs made them Himmlers Useful right hand
Handzjar shows the Umma-Reich a higher rank of cruelty in a bloodbath Unique of its kind
Mufti Husseini told them to write the Zion history in blood to satisfy Allah and The Islam

The Crescent Moon banner and the Swastika flag fought side by side
Even the Germans were shocked by their religious urge for bloodshed
Halal-Nazi terror swept in full force over the Balkan sands
Survivors of the pogroms were deported to the Polish death camps
In the name of Mein Kampf and the Qur'an they fulfil the disgusting order
To whitewash the Umma-Reich from the sons of Zion

Allah Akhbar
Beware of the Fourth Reich
It will come...

Plodding on through the sucking grey mud
The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay
That in springs past sprung not a single bud
For fear of more death or total dismay

Though shells may plow clean the fields
Burning the crops and mauling the mud
The wind brings only death from a vat
Fertile by cold blood a young man yields
Innocent yet mangled in gruesome combat
Spewing blackest bile the gas claims one more
Cold death comes creeping through the trench
If not by shells maimed or crazied long before

A cloud of mustard takes half of those deployed
Ghastly faces peer back in black or hues of grey
The grandiose arrogance, victory as agony intent
Lifeless by the commanders that them did betray

The mindrape of the spectacle of dehumanization
Viral god wields his festering scythe of gangrene
By endless flashes of mortar or the cadaveric stench
Ghostly faces peer through the veil of celluloid

"Creeping like a snake from a can
The slithering stench of yellow death
Chemical flame of decay
Burning skin and intestine
Regurgitating the bloody guts
Spewing last life from a wretched soul
Live for life, kill for all that is wrong
He drags himself to safety"

Death in the Perimeter
Where furious endearment once was cradled,
Crippled by crossfire, but firm of will
Live for life, kill for all that is wrong
He drags himself to safety,
Death in the Perimeter
The need to bleed to gain a yard of mud

Plodding on through the sucking grey mud
The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay
That in springs past sprung not a single bud
For fear of more death or total dismay

Burning holes in his battered back
Eyes and mind leaning on the fair horizon

But his heart drowning in trench war clay
Fertile by cold blood a young man yields
Shredded by barbed wire
Screaming shrapnel, incandescent hail

They expect us to die as harmless victims
But our spirit is one with the weeping Mother Russia
Digging the Russian bloodgold with our bare hands
But why am I alive and not dead in this white crematorium?
Snow fills my lungs in this perpetual winter
It is november 1954, I pray for my own death
How can I prolong in this endless winter?
The remoteness and isolation condemn me to this frozen limbo
A simultaneous destruction of people opposed to the Red Monarch
We are all part of the Shamman propecy, the purge of Stalin

"As "the enemies of the people"
We perish in the goldmines of the cold North
Synonymous with the horrors of the Holocaust
With fear in our eyes we wisper the phrase
"Kolyma means death"
Sickness and cold, bitterness and hunger
In this endless winter grief is never absent
Kolyma means death"

Removing the gold from the frozen ground of Kolyma
We are the lagerniks, the residants of the Gulag Empire
We demand to the snowy mountain peaks
Where the souls of the dead find their eternal rest.
We shall remember the phrase
"Kolyma means death"

Die Partei, die Partei, die hat immer Recht!
Und, Genossen, es bleibe dabei;
Denn wer k�mpft f�r das Recht,
Der hat immer recht.
Gegen L�ge und Ausbeuterei.
Wer das Leben beleidigt,
Ist dumm oder schlecht.
Wer die Menschheit verteidigt,
Hat immer recht.
So, aus Leninschem Geist,
W�chst, von Stalin geschwei�t,
Die Partei - die Partei - die Partei.