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Destruction




Альбом Destruction


Inventor Of Evil (2005)
2005
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Memories Of Nothingness
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Soul collector
Scary, evil, dark and mean
Holy master of the supreme
Lord of delusion, spreading fear
Those who disagree will disappear

Havoc and haze
Bleeding restless 'til the last days

Detector, soul collector
Detector, detector of sin

The misanthropic mystery
Will go down in history
Ruthless fighting common sense
Aggression is getting too immense

Intoxication of power, a cold white line
A question of honour, evil or divine?
Imperial ecstasy is erasing my mind
Inventory of evil, a reflection of mankind

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Creating idols of decay
Servants of common replay
Feed the machine of illusion and lies
A new star is born - oversize

Common knowledge built on scars
Spreading society's war cry
Remote controlled superstars
Dull minds deserve the small fry

The defiance will remain
Resistance with a high sustain
The defiance will remain
The defiance will remain

Creating idols of decay
Blinding with might and success
Bizz ain't a reliable source today
Temptation fight helps to oppress

The turning point in life has a twisted neck
Afraid that greed attracts them that pays back

Creating idols of decay
Focus, fatal, mighty, cash
Stereotype loser, just don't pay
Dust to dust, fuckin' trash

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Welcome to Hell, wheels of steel praise
Metal on metal, the battle cry of those days
Son of a bitch, kill as one, restless and wild
Running free, a wrathchild

We're together as one
We're second to none
We're together as one
Bonded madness on the run

We break the spellbound
The alliance of hellhoundz
We cultivate our sound
The alliance of hellhoundz
Never surrender, the spirit never dies
The alliance of hellhoundz will rise

Prayers of steel made us to believe in sin after sin
Denim and leather became our second skin
True as steel, we fight with earthshaker rock
Filth hounds of Hades trying to leave fuckin' scars

Hypocrisy and pain will lead to the abyss
We're stabbing the drama in Hell with the kiss of death

Tales of the creations, slaves to the masters of doom
(The) hellraisers shout it out
"Praise metal to the skies"
Standardisation shapes the slaves of society
Human progress is built on our variety

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Diabolical, dominating the gentle sex
Systematically, destroying to forget
Twisted evil, nasty and rotten to the core
Avenger of those who are unable to adore

Disability to share love and forgive
No facility, 'cause my memory like a sieve
Darker than black, my ego rules my sphere
Despair and fear is my goddamned riot gear

Welcome!
Welcome to no man's land
Where your partner's your archenemy
Welcome to no man's land
Where your tortured soul will find a decree
Bear all the soul, torment the twisted fatal banshee
Only in no man's land, the bitch will pay her final fee

Diabolical, my insane mind needs soul food
Super critical with yourself, 'cause you've been screwed
A desperate creature which is trying to forget
In no man's land, there is no need to fuckin' fret

An avenger of those who are unable to adore
A wounded fighter that is still able to score

A unique individual should never close the door
No need to prostitute, to sell your lifestyle like a whore

An avenger of those who are unable to adore
There's no need to prostitute
To sell your lifestyle like a whore

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Grey in grey, no more colour in your eyes
No need to stay, suffering on a thousand cries

Sad, sad to see, no individuality
Destructive convenience
Losing touch from brain-dead reality

The last days in Hell, can't you tell
Theoretically brain-dead evil dwells
Suffering in a haze, the last days
Standardisation, can't bear the deprivation

The last days in Hell, soul to sell
Angry people have given you a bad spell
Beyond the norm, it's hard to perform
The game of life like a disastrous storm

The symptoms of the evolution
Burn like fire in your soul

The twister is taking form
The calm before the storm
Silence beyond the norm
The calm before the storm

The last days in Hell, can't you tell
Theoretically brain-dead evil dwells

The awakening deprivates deep manic depression
The pits of insanity testifies possession
But it's a useless call

Grey in grey, no more colours in your eyes
Can't you hear the thousand cries
Theoretically brain-dead

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Speculations, rumours or lies?
The circle of blood and force
Under the seal of secrecy
Ritual acts, no remorse

Call them skull and bones
Scroll and key
Call them wolf's head
Book and snake

They rob, spread fear, they swat
They lie, oppress, they garrotte
The chosen ones, the slaughter mob
They rob, spread fear, they swat
They lie, oppress, they garrotte
The chosen ones, the slaughter mob

Bonemen of secret soceties
The hall of fame and the rich
Domination without varieties
Legal aggression, to go off without a hitch

Call them skull and bones
Scroll and key
Call them wolf's head
Book and snake

Conquering fear
The attainment of power by killing
The end is near
And if you're not willing?

The slaughter seems to be teachable
The dignity of men is unimpeachable

Speculations, rumours or lies?
Conspiracy theories, desperate cries
Misuse of power doesn't pay
The network of lies rules us all, run away

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Feeding the lie
For the campaign
Sacrifice the blood
Of those who will resist

Who do we have to hate
The die-hard or the slave
The initiator or the henchman

Suffering in lies
Suffering in lies
On a silver plate, they teach hate
Powering hostility

Suffering in lies
Suffering in lies
Dead and buried, who's concerned
Powering hostility

Enduring freedom
Fighting the holy war
Commercial killing
Panic they adore

Who do we have to hate
The die-hard or the slave
The initiator or the henchman

Suffering in lies
Suffering in lies
On a silver plate, they teach hate
Powering hostility

Suffering in lies
Suffering in lies
Dead and buried, who's concerned
Powering hostility

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We vote for murderers
That try to achieve world domination
Do you really think progression works without manipulation?

We're praying the devils in the so-called houses of God
But how much would you do to get the best slot?

Elbow society, aren't we built on variety?
Eat my fist and die, humanity seems a lie

Under surveillance, controlled mass idealism
Under surveillance, who really needs patriotism
A lack of culture that feeds the war machine
Under surveillance, devent your fast fading
Dream!

We're obey fake idols without knowing their aims
Paragons, referees and officials play false games
Why do we believe in heroes that make us shiver?
Declaration of bankrputcy, stand and deliver

Elbow society, aren't we built on variety?
Eat my fist and die, humanity seems a lie

Under surveillance, controlled mass idealism
Under surveillance, who really needs patriotism
A lack of culture that feeds the war machine
Under surveillance, devent your fast fading

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Within living memories
Fanatic beliefs

Within living memories
Fanatic beliefs
Turned men into soul-thieves

Missionaries, teaching with the mace
Anomalies, kill in good faith

Crusader, manipulator?
Bloody preacher, fabulous creature?

Sowing the seeds of hate!
What they're growing
Sowing, sowing, sowing, the seeds of hate
Sowing, sowing, the seeds of hate
What they're growing
Sowing, sowing, sowing, the seeds of hate

Soul salvation, heretics will be erased
Misinformation leads to disgrace

Crusader, manipulator?
Bloody preacher, fabulous creature?

Within living memories
Fanatic beliefs
Turned men into soul-thieves

Knowing? Unknowing

Uncultivated gunboat diplomacy
You really believe
Your savior would agree?

Fanatic beliefs, sow the seeds of hate
Soul salvation will beat democracy
No communication
Leads to the next crusade

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Trust is nothin' to spit on
It's something that you don't deserve
You are a scheming player
A traitor, a slayer, failure to observe

Life's a bitch, end in the ditch
Let down and hate
Twist of fate

Hang yourself with a figure eight
Now, it's too late
Twist of fate
Twist of fate
Twist of fate

You try to rule my fuckin' life
You give me hell on earth
You've frightened away my social dealings
Aversion is all that is left, for what it's worth

Life's a bitch end in the ditch
Let down and hate
Twist of fate

Hang yourself with a figure eight
Now it's too late
Twist of fate
Twist of fate!
Twist of fate!

No money could buy you the freedom
The peace of mind that you won't get
The inner strife of your soul will kill
Worthless fuck, best of luck
This ain't a murder threat

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My service is beyond your belief
More than you can ever achieve
I am the cleaner of the human filth
Unattainable fucking thrills

Hiding the fear, scoring my dream
Eliminating with self-esteem
Speak your last wish

Bringer of anguish
[Repeat]
...Killing machine!

I'm feeding the pain
I'm going totally insane
I'm the bringer of anguish
The trigger is my fucking language

Hiding the fear, scoring my dream
Eliminating with self-esteem
Speak your last wish

You're marching into disaster
Can't you hear my nasty laughter

Hiding the fear, scoring my dream
Eliminating with self-esteem
Speak your last wish

Sort the scum of the bloody earth
Waste disposal is my curse

Hiding the fear, scoring my dream
Eliminating with self-esteem
Speak your last wish

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Memories Of Nothingness

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