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The Art of the Knife

by Slaughtered Existence

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Einherjar Amazing old school furious and raw teutonic thrash!
If you're a fan of early Witching Hour, early Hellish Crossfire, Division Speed, Panzer Squad... this is a mandatory buy!
A prime exapmle of how german thrash should be played!
Highly recommended! Favorite track: Damned to Die.
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1.
Blood moon rises, Blood sun will rise In a bloodred dawn This night will show, who lives And who is left to mourn Bolt your houses, barricade Or prepare to die Blood moon rises, blood will lead Through this Fucking night The clouds break open The cold light of the fullmoon Brightens the earth The beast breaks out It howls to venerate mother moon And with it's scream... it has begun Damned To Die! The fear of the moon imprisons the heart No matter if you're the beast or the holy bastard Someone will die, blood will be shed Fullmoon cries for it when it's glaring bloodred Nine inch nails, nine inch claws Piercing the body, immortal pain! Metamorphosis, not to god but to beast The deep long crawl like a prayer released Rip the heart, rip the flesh The beast is on the hunt He's not revived, nobody saves you Salvation is nailed to the ground Damned To Die! Questioning your own existence Your life just fades away Penetrated by claws of death You abandon to pray Abjure god, Abjure life It's time to realize There's nothing but the final black Instead of paradise Damned To Die! Rip your skin, rip your brain Switching off your mind For this one night rebel 'gainst life Leave humanness behind Awake in blood, awake in brains Your head aches, you lurch Forgotten all the things you did Get up! it's time for church Damned To Die The mean have seen it too many times Ripped bodies each fullmoon Whether cattle or friends Their resistance is broken No more willing to fight With empty minds They're waiting to receive Their final death!
2.
Flamethrower 04:01
A simple tank of gasoline A pipe made out of steel A little flintstone to release The heat you will soon feel Pulling the trigger, flames reach your face Your scream just ten feet away But I don't care, I trust in my aim To bring humanities death and decay Incenerating shadows Incenerating tears Humanity will burn down Facing incarnated fears Flamethrower! Prepare for the arising evil I stand for everyone on this earth Killing and slaying my own kin I'm Alpha and Omega, the death and the birth Creatures of shadows, forgotten lifes Nobody's caring 'bout nothing Life, the most senseless form of all tribes Will rest in ashes The flame is my guide and i lead the flame Straight into gods holy face Reduced to ashes even Satan won't cry Evil lies in human race Flamethrower! The flame is my guide and I lead the flame Where ever the things need to burn It' my turn
3.
Time to Kill 02:53
Pinery the place For an unvisible crime Murder without trace In propaganda time His weapon is obscure His victims are so innocent His love is so pure His behaviour no one understands Time To Kill! Tick tock tick tock your time is up You will see yourself screwed up Tick tock tick tock in a sailor suit Cause he likes it, when they're cute His father was inebriate His mother was a slut And for his fate of killing He always kept his mouth shut Was hypnosis his weapon Or was it a spell? For his deadly trap Only he could tell
4.
God of War 04:58
The first taste of blood Given by your brother This first easy victim This first slaughtered corpse To build on Your wooden palace Feel my axe Feel my blade of justice I'm God Of War! In my bloodsquirted paradise The Romans in the south Their wrath on you For the hostage of Aetius Their rage, your key, your gate To pile carcasses of your kingdom 444 the war has begun Money the cause Greed is the reason Blood the price And your unholy slaughter The root of your rise 447 a punch in the face of the Roman force Three years later gaul burns West Germania bows Under the shine of your curse And now you're heading for Rome At the gates of Rome The highpriest of Christ Crossed your path of destruction Heathendom or Christianity Was it god or was it fear That broke your own divinity Now you bow, betray yourself Betray God Of War Ages of chaos, murder and crime Will end with your fall Your reign of blood destroyed By your own blood spilled Just to be replaced by another God Of War
5.
Commanded by faceless superiors Just being part of bigger plans Orders from high above Tactical movements for the price of our lives But no sense in our doings Will appear for our eyes The enemy's still invisible You can feel they're everywhere Death is near to strike Fear is creeping forward And blackens the sight And as the storm starts There's mo way save to fight Storm the gates Our doom lies in our back Rush forward to the gates of death On the command attack! Realize, there's nothing That you could be fighting for There is no victory There is just war Storm The Gates! Breathe deep the air The last you'll breathe Will be your own blood Taste the sweet ground Your skull will be buried in his mud Bullet in your head Arrows in your breast You can't take much more You have to take the death The blood that flows your screaming face Ends more than just your stupid life Your wife, your children on her breast Their war has just begun
6.
Deep in the old Frostbitten and fearless A room without windows The door locked in steel Imprisoned in cold Chained in foresight Where instinctive wisdom Leads out of the mind But darkness is stark Now the mirror explodes And a streak of blood Is left on the ground While the dire forces Oozes out of the dark In a world down below Like a dance to the swansong The Art Of The Knife Inhuman wisdom My path through your life The road leads on My dance isn't finished The knife cuts it's trail Shall we dance? Your Slaughtered Existence Shall rot in disgust! Carving the way out of my mind Cutting your throat, stabbing your eyes The blade in your flesh Every muscle departed Every nerv decerped frees a part of my psych Leaves a scar in my Existence Ends your life Frees my Existence The elderly forces, misanthropic itself The world on it's knees, a joke for my knife Driven by carnivorous lust My holy spirit shall follow the path Of blood The might I have bred unleashes itself Lost control 'bout my body But i'm watching in joy Through i'm rotting inside Risen in grim, risen in blood Dust for the rest and a bath In their organs After my final slaughter And Slaughtered I am The mind rips apart Left in the black Back in the cold Death's the salvation For my Slaughtered Existence The inhuman wisdom Left in inhuman pain The Art Of The Knife The butcher and grain Now I bow to my maser My renewed myself My dance is now finished And your rot in your grave My scarred death is near But your Slaughtered Existence Shall never rest!

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released June 1, 2012

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