Firespawn - The Reprobate lyrics
Tracks 01. Serpent Of The Ocean
02. Blood Eagle 03. Full Of Hate 04. Damnatio Ad Bestias 05. Death By Impalement 06. Generals Creed 07. The Whitechapel Murderer 08. A Patient Wolf 09. The Reprobate 10. Nightwalkers 01. Serpent Of The Ocean Music by Victor Brandt Lyrics by Alex Friberg
Waves are high, rain is whipping down
Thunders roar, they will drown Lighting strikes hard, pitch black night appears Sparkling flames under boat, they're armed with spears Ship is cracking, crashing to the waves Under dark surface lays their graves Serpent of death smells their fear Curling in depth, the end is near Serpent of the Ocean Set the world extinction in motion Flaming hate in the beast's eyes Rejoice as humanity dies Death moves fast, Grim Reaper on your back Apocalypse in mind, stoneheart is black Rise from the abyss, release all your might Slaughter all before you in the starless night Razorblade teeth and venom in the veins Feast of blood and flesh, catch them all in your chains Black holocaust of the world awaits Raging fires forcing through the gates Serpent of the Ocean Set the world extinction in motion Flaming hate in the beast's eyes Rejoice as humanity dies Serpent of the Ocean Set the world extinction in motion Flaming hate in the beast's eyes Rejoice as humanity dies 02. Blood Eagle Music by Victor Brandt Lyrics by Alex Friberg
Torches burning bright in the northern night
Villagers gathered round to see this death be crowned With ax and knife in hand pagan ready stand Unveil the Christian's eyes tonight he slowly dies Cutting up the back cheering from the eager pack Breaking all the bones sounding like a bag of stones The back is open wide the victim's wife she cried Ribs are pulled from spine the king is watching and drinking wine Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Torches burning bright in the northern night Lay the bones in strings in shape of eagle wings The Christian's silent moan on his knees he's thrown Lungs separated from flesh on the altar gory mesh They are placed on open back soul in him begins to crack Blood now soaks the ground and Northmen's drums aggressive pound The axe-man raises his sword a roar for blood among the horde The victim's final breath in this heathen ritual Death Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle Blood Eagle 03. Full Of Hate Music by Victor Brandt Lyrics by Alex Friberg
Mankind sickens me, all around sheep in lines
Shoot at sight, whoever speaks of the signs Mindless, soulless, walkers of our time Feckless, toothless, they are guilty of this crime Faceless, heartless the mob is screaming loud Spineless, brainless, attacks comes from the crowd Full of hate for this world Map of new world order being furled All seeing eye is in control Before you know it they take your soul In the halls of Mammon's shrine All the rats are eager to dine You raise your fist for their belief Bow your heads now in shame I pray for the beasts disease Because you are the one to blame Mindless - Soulless Feckless - Toothless Faceless - Heartless Spineless - Brainless Full of hate for this world Map of new world order being furled All seeing eye is in control Before you know it they take your soul In the halls of Mammon's shrine All the rats are eager to dine Full of hate for this world Map of new world order being furled All seeing eye is in control Before you know it they take your soul In the halls of Mammon's shrine All the rats are eager to dine 04. Damnatio Ad Bestias Music by Fredrik Folkare Lyrics by Alex Friberg
The screams for blood echoes through the town
Aggression and brutality is the emperor's crown In the arena all cheer for death Eager mob awaits the fighter's last breath Pack of hungry lions will now strike Beasts ripping flesh from all alike Damnatio Ad Bestias You will die Damnatio Ad Bestias Better now cry Damnatio Ad Bestias Carnivores roar Damnatio Ad Bestias Corpses on the floor Slaves, Christians, criminals caged before the fight Heart pounding now they have certain death in sight Thrown into field the masses cry for more Last thing they see is the lion's roar Pack of hungry lions will now strike Beasts ripping flesh from all alike Damnatio Ad Bestias You will die Damnatio Ad Bestias Better now cry Damnatio Ad Bestias Carnivores roar Damnatio Ad Bestias Corpses on the floor Damnatio Ad Bestias You will die Damnatio Ad Bestias Better now cry Damnatio Ad Bestias Carnivores roar Damnatio Ad Bestias Corpses on the floor 05. Death By Impalement Music by Victor Brandt Lyrics by Alex Friberg
Marching troops fed with lies
Conquer in heart poles will rise Driven by hate, raping the land Skyline is burning, they will dance in Satan's hand In moonlight's glaze slaughter goes on Through the fire bodies are drawn Great lord of blood awaits them all On the fields of death they will crawls Death by impalement - Molested bodies on poles hang high Death by impalement - Slowly in pain they all shall die Dark in mind, possessed by bestial lust Let the hunt begin, in malignant death he trust Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of poles Impale all the enemy and take away their soul Screams of anguish in the light of the full moon Dark lord of blood, exterminate every platoon You can run but you can not hide He will find you and send you on your final ride Death by impalement - Molested bodies on poles hang high Death by impalement - Slowly in pain they all shall die Quem ego bibo sanguine tuo Quem ego bibo sanguine tuo Throughout the misty fields of thousand corpses Reeking stench of death in front of the fortress Night turns into day, the have all been slain One by one the dept in blood has been paid The count is done and returns to the shadows More lives will be given to the poles that he knows Death by impalement - Molested bodies on poles hang high Death by impalement - Slowly in pain they all shall die 06. Generals Creed Music & lyrics by Victor Brandt
With hate filled hearts, deeply rooted
With prisoners, executed A lord of war, undisputed Respect or fear, he's saluted It is the season of bullet rains It is the reason of no remains The iron fist, expand domains A trail of dead and dying through the plains This is my war There are many like it, but this one's mine I am enemies' master I am my legion's god I create strength and honour I draw the front line Stand tall, for the General's creed Enthrall, a mouth for war I'll feed Stand tall, for the General's creed Cabal, a death and doomed decreed To the victor, the spoils Cauldron of hate, always boils You stand your ground, no recoils Another life, for this soil A constant hunger, to feed his need His orders proceed, for greed you'll bleed This is his decreed, he will succeed This is the outcome, the general's creed This is my war There are many like it, but this one's mine I am enemies' master I am my legion's god I create strength and honour I draw the front line Stand tall, for the General's creed Enthrall, a mouth for war I'll feed Stand tall, for the General's creed Cabal, a death and doomed decreed 07. The Whitechapel Murderer Music by Victor Brandt Lyrics by Alex Friberg
During the night of London Town streets
Fear of a demon that human flesh eats With lust in his heart and thick leather gloves He choose all the harlots that he truly loves Throats were cut prior abdominal mutilations Now they are Dr Ripper's gut patients Shine from a blade in the dark gloomy alley Canonical five will be his grand finale Cultrum in gutture tuo aperit The Whitechapel murderer Sharpen the blade The Whitechapel murderer Before the shadows fade The Whitechapel murderer He will create The Whitechapel murderer Organs on a plate During the night of London Town streets Fear of a demon that human flesh eats Black horse and black cab moves fast over cobble Jack in black cape is being a noble Inviting them in with roses and brandy His toolbox of knives will soon come in handy They were all put to sleep so he could perform The World would soon see his morbid art form Cultrum in gutture tuo aperit The Whitechapel murderer Sharpen the blade The Whitechapel murderer Before the shadows fade The Whitechapel murderer He will create The Whitechapel murderer Organs on a plate 08. A Patient Wolf Music & lyrics by Victor Brandt
Creating to destroy
To set aflame and death deploy Conjuring, misanthropy An inhumane atrocity The doctrine of the dark The horns and thorns of the monarch With patience and hunger Collecting for the monger Come inside the fire, breeding the spawn Feed the purifier, where death is drawn Open graves, they're gaping Human life, forsaking Into doom, they're crawling Flames consume, they're calling Hailing hell, affliction No more life, just dereliction A patient wolf is waiting, biding his time Never hesitating, death's paradigm Life escapes, it's meant to Fangs of death, they cut through Carnivore, with rapture Lurking predator will capture A faceless evil A formless hate An endless hunger This wolf can wait 09. The Reprobate Music & lyrics by Victor Brandt
The death you contemplate
You're learning how to die The suffering inherent in existence You're old and sick again You make it worse by your resistance Lacerate Excommunicate Ruminate Decontaminate A place of worship, place of damnation A face of hardship, face of temptation We are the reprobate, a wretched incubus We are the reprobate, a depraved Anubis Lord of this void is here The end of all that's been You're seeing things so clear This cannot be unseen End all and disappear Lifeless and bottomless The hollow limbo's sphere In nothingness and emptiness Lacerate Excommunicate Ruminate Decontaminate A place of worship, place of damnation A face of hardship, face of temptation We are the reprobate, a wretched incubus We are the reprobate, a depraved Anubis 10. Nightwalkers Music by Victor Brandt Lyrics by Alex Friberg
Bandits, murderers and plunderers
All walking the path of fire Stone-cold in soul yet hungry in heart The demons within sing all higher Driven by passion for human affliction Never give in there's no hesitation There's no coming back from their ways Sworn to be the pack of damnation Nightwalkers - Shameless to their action Nightwalkers - Hopes for no salvation Nightwalkers - Proud of piling sins Nightwalkers - Morbid act begins All blackened roads lead to Hell Pariahs of this world walk in the night Aiming to enter the halls of black flames No looking back, in the shadows they fight Driven by passion for human affliction Never give in there's no hesitation There's no coming back from their ways Sworn to be the pack of damnation Nightwalkers - Shameless to their action Nightwalkers - Hopes for no salvation Nightwalkers - Proud of piling sins Nightwalkers - Morbid act begins |