OUT OF HAND

OUT OF HAND


(Lyrics: Andersson/Hellid, Music: Rosenberg/Hellid/Cederlund)

Fools gather round to watch me bleed
but there are things you'll never see
to protect and serve one nation under god
a nation in which no-one's free

Their flesh begins to rot
what's left of what they've got
a boring life is getting old
mischief won't turn to gold

By going back to burning books
ripping apart things that doesn't fit
one times one equals nine
Your make-believe reality is full of shit

Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
fuck!

It's fucked to hear one idiot's words
but worse to see others believe it
fucked up minds in fucked up times
it's up to you to foresee it

Jesus christ
lord of flies
in disguise
it's all built upon lies
out of hand
is this a fucking joke
out of mind
and it makes me fucking choke
fuck!
 


GOD OF THUNDER

You've got something about you
You've got something I need
Daughter of Aphrodite
Hear my words and take heed

I was born on Olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one

God of Thunder and Rock'N Roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

I am th lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command you to kneel before the

God of Thunder and Rock'N Roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
 


BLACK BREATH

Nine slaves of death - trapped in eternal hell
Kill you with their breath - if you catch a smell
You've lost all will to live - losing death
You are doomed to die - inhale the reapers of death

Fevered and delirious - despairing dreams
Black shadow haunting you - it never leaves
Now you begin to feel unrelenting pain
Before your life is through your gone insane

Stiffening of the joints, death creeps in
Flesh is turning blue, the end begins
Screaming endlessly, until your death
Certain death comes at last
From the Black Breath