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Grave Digger
Grave Digger


Информация
Откуда Gladbeck, Germany
Жанры Heavy Metal
Power Metal
Speed Metal
Годы 1980—н.в.
Сайт Website
Состав
Chris Boltendahl
Axel Ritt
Jens Becker
Stefan Arnold
Hans-Peter Katzenburg



Альбом Grave Digger


Liberty Or Death (12.01.2007)
12.01.2007
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Ship of Hope (Digipak Bonus Track)
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The Reaper Dance (Japan Bonus Track)
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Yesterday (Japan Bonus Track)
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Brothers in arms, see the red flag
Blow for you boldly in front at the stack
Around the banner join our troops
The weapons are sharpened waiting for attack

Watch out the morning red, upon the hill
(Enemies) they're out to kill
Forward the password, it's freedoms breath
The key to independence, liberty of death
Liberty of death

If the first has died, prepare for the act
From the blood of our dead heroes
Breeds a new pact
Never surrender, never give up the faith
There's only one answer - liberty of death

Watch out the morning red, upon the hill
(Enemies) they're out to kill
Forward the password, it's freedoms breath
The key to independence, liberty of death
Liberty of death

From the ashes of our bones
Flames blazing high
Illuminate the enemy, blood red in the sky

Watch out the morning red, upon the hill
(Enemies) they're out to kill
Forward the password, it's freedoms breath
The key to independence, liberty of death
Liberty of death

. . .


Chosen as one free people from oppression
He lived a life in the name of god
Leading them out of slavery and depression
Gave the hopeless a sign to live, to live

With Egypt behind in front the ocean
Screaming for vengeance, murder and rape
Dividing the water with hands in motion
Opened the way for their escape

Waves will break the ocean of blood
Freedom waits behind
Waves will break the ocean of blood
Freedom belongs to all mankind

With fearless eyes they move
Through the curtain
Feeling the hate of the enemies behind
A sign will close the door for certain
Killing the hunter death they'll find
They'll find

Waves will break the ocean of blood
Freedom waits behind
Waves will break the ocean of blood
Freedom belongs to all mankind

. . .


Screams echoes from the hills
Bagpipes of war, crushing through the night
Fights going on for years
We never give up our rights to live
We are the last, fighting against a past
To be free

Highland tears
In blood we died
The king is dead all soldiers cried
Highland tears
Flow through our veins
The English killed put us in chains

It is in truth not for glory, not riches
Not honours that we are fighting for
But for freedom
For that alone, which no honest man
Gives up but with life itself
We are the last fighting against a past
To be free

Highland tears
In blood we died
The king is dead all soldiers cried
Highland tears
Flow through our veins
The English killed put us in chains

Soldiers, mountains, marshy ground
In freedom we trust, death we found
Bows and spears serve for the barricades
We're fighting for tomorrow, a better decade

Highland tears
In blood we died
The king is dead all soldiers cried
Highland tears
Flow through our veins
The English killed put us in chains

. . .


Want you die for liberty
Fighting against poverty
Now our time has come
We'll fight with pride
Until the last king died
Until the last king died
Until the last king died

People living in poverty
Forced to live without a dime
Kings courts spreads the public funds
A life full of comfort and greed
Trust is broken, revolution's in the air
The king has nothing to declare...

Heads will roll - heads will fall
Hang them higher - hang them all

Want you die for liberty
Fighting against poverty
Now our time has come
We'll fight with pride
Until the last king died
Until the last king died

It's time for the people to take the crown
Nothing can stop them or bring them down
After the storm on the prison called Bastille
The nobles flew or were killed
People rises against martyrdom
Giving hearts, souls and lives for freedom

Heads will roll - heads will fall
Hang them higher - hang them all

Want you die for liberty
Fighting against poverty
Now our time has come
We'll fight with pride
Until the last king died

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Want you die for liberty
Fighting against poverty
Now our time has come
We'll fight with pride
Until the last king died
Until the last king died
Until the last king died

People living in poverty
Forced to live without a dime
Kings courts spreads the public funds
A life full of comfort and greed
Trust is broken, revolution's in the air
The king has nothing to declare...

Heads will roll - heads will fall
Hang them higher - hang them all

Want you die for liberty
Fighting against poverty
Now our time has come
We'll fight with pride
Until the last king died
Until the last king died

It's time for the people to take the crown
Nothing can stop them or bring them down
After the storm on the prison called Bastille
The nobles flew or were killed
People rises against martyrdom
Giving hearts, souls and lives for freedom

Heads will roll - heads will fall
Hang them higher - hang them all

Want you die for liberty
Fighting against poverty
Now our time has come
We'll fight with pride
Until the last king died

. . .


Wooden walls around my mind
My soul has left memories behind
We walk around like ghosts
Like puppets on a string of despair

As bells toll - a call for the chosen ones
Outside the window I see loaded guns
The caravan of dying flowers
Moving to the showers
Moving through doors of steel

Black flowers in cities of death
Where sun turns to grey
And love fades away

It's the march of the innocent
It's the march of the innocent

Prayers don't find
The right words to help
Speechless they move through
Thousands of tears
Touching the head of a child who cries
Defending the fear of those who will die

Through fire we walk no chance to survive
The army of terror steal our lives
Now faith is the substance
Of things we hope for
We're starting the journey
To heaven's door

Black flowers in cities of death
Where sun turns to grey
And love fades away

It's the march of the innocent
It's the march of the innocent
It's the march of the innocent
It's the march of the innocent

. . .


Don't kneel in the sand, defend your land
The kiss of racism is touching your head
I'm not god, I'm a political man
A leader, a lawyer against tyranny

We're raising our hands against execution
We're heading out for silent revolution
We're trying to resist bloody persecution
We're crying out for silent revolution

Silent revolution
Silent revolution
Silent revolution
Silent revolution

Spread the words of freedom,
Defend your rights
Our only religion is a peaceful fight
I'm not god, I'm a man of the people
Stand for the children the innocence of life

We're raising our hands against execution
We're heading out for silent revolution
We're trying to resist bloody persecution
We're crying out for silent revolution

Silent revolution
Silent revolution
Silent revolution
Silent revolution

[Spoken:]
What difference does it make
To the dead, the orphans, and the homeless,
Whether the mad destruction is wrought
Under the name of totalitarianism
Or the holy name of liberty and democracy
And for that I had to died???

. . .


White man
On the hunt
Hunting the black
Across the land
Klans of violence
And infiltration
Out on the road
For false salvation

In the shadowland we'll try to survive
In the shadowland there's no place to hide

Millions followed them
For murder and rape
White heads
And a mind of black
Deceiver destroyer
For false illusion
Spreading the disease
Wherever they are

In the shadowland we stand up and fight
In the shadowland there's only one right

The shadow of our sorrow
That swells with silence in our tortured souls
Feel the lie of the government
That lives like a needle in our tortured hearts

In the shadowland
In the shadowland
In the shadowland
In the shadowland

. . .


Smell the sweat of their bodies
Hear the screams of the mob
Feel the heat of the atmosphere
It's crackling!
The gladiators are here!

CHORUS
Morituri te salutant
We are raising the flails
Morituri te salutant
Our lives are for sale
Steel meets steel in the forecourt to hell
Where the slaves of the universe
Say farewell.
Blood runs red when the fighting begins
In the forecourt to hell, no one will win.

The gates are opened, drums of death start to sound
The Roman Emperor established the round
Hate and anger drawn in their faces
The crowd celebrates with rejoicings and embraces

CHORUS

The mighty and strongest
Will survive.
There will only be one
Who will leave alive
There's no grace, for the struck man.
Head's are rolling,
Before the fighting starts again!

CHORUS

. . .


Cliffs of the east edge
Dropping off to the dead sea
Cliffs so high not possible to climb
Desert fortress of million stones
And beaten earth
Soldiers of the enemy
Are back for attack

Ancient legends will never die
From the mighty rock massada
Hear their hopeless cries
Women and children out for suicide
For their faith to die
And do the sacrifice

Thousand rebels called the zealots
For liberty they pay the highest price
Signs of salvation,
Symbols of determination
In their hearts massada
Lives on and on

Ancient legends will never die
From the mighty rock massada
Hear their hopeless cries
Women and children out for suicide
For their faith to die
And do the sacrifice

. . .

Ship of Hope

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Out of the light into the black
He's the king of Black Jack
Out of the Grave into the life
He's the king of dancing the jive
Wild and dangerous he's coming this way
Smiling and laughing it's reaper's day
Skulls and bones adorning the streets
Jumping around to the reaper's beats

That's the way of rock
That's the way of selling your soul
Move your bones, there's no chance
Move your corpse to the reaper's dance

Out of the light into the black
The reaper's dancing through the night
Like a howling wolf he's on the prowl
Stepping the metal, doing the growl
Wild and dangerous he's coming this way
Smiling and laughing it's reaper's day
Skulls and bones adorning the streets
Jumping around to the reaper's beats

That's the way of rock
That's the way of selling your soul
Move your bones, there's no chance
Move your corpse to the reaper's dance

. . .


Yesterday, when you left me on my own
Yesterday, when you left my heart alone
Yesterday, no, yesterday, no no

Yesterday, when your love was very true
Yesterday, when we knew what to do
Yesterday, no, yesterday, no

Yesterday, in my mind it's still alive
Yesterday, when we were husband and wife
Yesterday, no, yesterday, no

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