It's a type of spirit of a nation
And we get ready to stare sadly yet
Into body stall
Wow, ready for law
Whose still sign it's redetermination
Turn and lose
Or we've been refused, stared,
Fighting in the street
O-oh another turn indeed
Hunting, burning denormalization
See no wheat growing, locking, locked dead
Only but for fools
Dead without the ruies.
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Beastie generation
Ready Wietermination
Ready for determination
It's a type of full penetration
By the fuel of your blood we're trying - How?
Dead refuge
Wow, this can mean we are in fudge.
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Damned wild!
Beastie generation
Ready for determination
Determination!
Waste of wrong - beastie generation
Here come: growling, howling, in a fluid zone
Owing all a knife
Don't you hide
Lost and burned, denormalization
See no wheat growing, locking, blood - dead!
Only pack of fools.
Dead without the ruies.
Beastie generation
Ready for determination
Determination!
Beastie!
Beastie!!
Beastie!!!

It must be worse mine on the hand
I wish I'd rather die
World it's running crazy
Got a feeling so bad
"Lost, it's easy to lie with women
Or lie" - said evil talking to madness
Lie - Party's on
When I saw
Is that end of every door?
Party goes on
Hidden in heads party
Party goes on
Hidden in heads
What I'm feeling good in town
It makes the killer crime
I feel so frustrated
Went and saw,
Ran a round
Party goes on
Hidden in heads party
Hell and Sodom
Hand of the bitch's done it
Get your rebel inside
It's the right time tonight
Check your maniac light
Sanctuary, saints 're on fire
You can get what you want?
Recalls are surely born
Time to get mad, blood on your hands
Maniac party goes on
Tears were wiped away
Is that the dead that we pray?
Smash up your change, do it which way
It's a renegade day
Yes no one live will prove
That I find I save the two
To bite or hide, terrify
And I saw To the dead or stress of law
Party goes on
Hidden by heads party
Hell and Sodom
Hand of the bitch done it
Witch of the mass, witch of the hell's bound it
Do that we feast, turning like that party?
Party!

Bury, do that in grace
Shut 'em all inside?-down in the graves.
Don't, don't let 'em fly
Messolena's standing higher
To that tethered down
Vassal, dungeon in the air
Now we've got to shut 'em down
Nothing really left to spare
Shut them down in graves
Tower clocks twice
He waits to arise
Lock him in graves
Just get him away
Right now!
We gonna right to choose
Just to get to pray
Don't let us lose
We've got something to choose
Just no eager man avoids evil's sin
Don't let them mess with us
Body as hard as the stone
Lies awaits it's moment, down in its tomb
Evil is still around
Expecting time to arise
Gonna shut it down
Shut them down in graves
Tower clocks thrice
He waits to arise
Lock him in graves!
Just get him away!
Just go away!
Just get him away!

What can say you to this words:
"Watch out", "look out" at the civil war
Who will give us straight day on
Watch out your heads, do fall it'll turn.
We've been burning inanendless fight
We've gone,! you've gone straight through the fire
Run in madness to the war calls
Each day, each life we fight till death
Look around and see this dance of fire.
DISASTER!
Nations kill each other for a time.
Demon knows defenders raise the sword.
DISASTER!
All the words of prayer we forgot.
Burning, burning, fighting at the civil war.
Messing, slaying, nightmare war!
Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, nightmare war!
Make the dust from people, lose your rights
We saw our souls like a merchandise
We don't know how to fail from the round
Blood wars results will've done us soon!

Welcome to the valleys
Of the slaughter-land
They S.O.S.
And are down on your breast
You can see the window
Glass and cigarettes.
And die again
What the others say of that
Like in a horror movie
Beasts are to reside
All around us are moving
The creatures of the night
Who can tell me
What is going on
I can't feel the air
Living on my own
All I hear is screams of pain
And it's driving me insane.
Fire on the city,
Order is abused
In the art of living
The war is at the door
All the towns and cities
Are consumed in flames
And all the dying again
Are waiting for the fate
Radio is ready
We can't get the news
No more consolation
For fuckers or fools
Running through the city
Bolters every day
Oh devil sucks
There's no fucking way
All I hear is creams of pain
And it's driving me Insane.
SLAUGHTERS! SLAUGHTERS!
And it's driving me insane.
Now we gonna finish
Plead that they were dead
Only worse with minutes
People running mad
Waiting for revival
All become insane
There is no one
To defend us from the dead
None to get away with
Save your own life
It is you that agreed on
To stand or survive
Living through the slaughter
Just a day or so
Well fight for your life
Or they'll wait no more
All I hear is screams of pain
And it's driving me insane.
SLAUGHTERS! SLAUGHTERS!
And it's driving me insane.

Don't you know times in underground
Drinking vodka and having fun
it's not an endless sticking mass
Runnig on a bugi-vugi test
We're constructing rock-'n'-roll
Banging like a wretched ball
We must run at slipping fast
Life is just a real funking gas
They are just like us
Hide behind the doors
It's a same old chat
What we do about it
Coming generation's like us
They may do the change
But it's all the same
Fallen democrats
Same old chat of us
Shall we stand right where we stood before?
And we stand right where we stood
What would be done - it's no good
But anyway it's all the same
Organized to a bloody game
One step forward, two steps back
The system sucks and we've got stuck
In swollen politicians' web
Just got the nose in spider web

Trying, firing, hating to blame
Punk Guys are trying to get away
Crazier, lazier - punk guys again
Punk guys are going, where no one's shamed
Punk Guys!
Freakier, stinkier - they don't care
Punk guys are breaking out of cage
Greasier, sleazier, find of police,
Representation of human grace
Punk Guys!