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1 | Into The Lungs Of Hell. 5:13
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| 2 | The Warcult. 4:15
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| 3 | Enemy Of The State. 3:16
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| 4 | Soul Sweeper. 4:40
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| 5 | Slaughtering The Faithful. 3:12
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| 6 | Subliminal. 5:45
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| 7 | The Tombstone. 4:50
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| 8 | Gods Of Terror. 6:02 |
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Henri – вокал, гитара
Jens – гитара
Beef – бас, вокал
Arien – ударные |
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Recorded at Berno Studios, Malmo, Sweden, October 2002.
Engineered, produced and mixed by Henrik Larsson.
Additional keyboards at "Into the Lungs of Hell" by Danny Servaes.
Cover concept and artwork by Joachim Luetke for Image Eye-Luetke Prod. |
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| 1. Into The lungs Of Hell
Christ burned me with his eyes
But I’m still alive
Welcome to the lungs of hell
Frost or fire, whatever you desire
Collector of souls, captor of sin
I’m not alone, I suck every soul
Into the lungs of hell
Collector of souls, captor of sin
I’m not alone, I suck |
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Into the lungs of hell
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grieveous sins untold
Into the lungs of hell
Hear the sound of the demon bells
All you need is a graveyard of souls
And grieveous sins untold
2. The Warcult
Bone collector, Death extractor, Splatterdeath, Hammerdeath
Razorsharp tentacles, crawling up your ass
We are the Warcult
Timebomb intellectuals
New millenium battlebots squeez out your brains
Hoax virus infected megalomaniacs
We are the Warcult
We are the shit for brains
We are the Warcult
The poison in your brain
Like a landmine in you grave
3. Enemy Of The State
The truth is buried under a thick layer of lies
Accidents that happen never were a coincidence
The course of history was not that unpredictable
Our way of thinking leads us in the wrong direction
Don’t you think they know where you were last night?
Don’t you think they know what you did last summer?
There is nowhere you can go undetected
The all-seeing eye is there all the time
They decide what’s right or wrong
The words you speak, every word you read
They put you away, enemy of the state
Every move you make
Every step you take
All the things you read
All the things you like
They’re checking you
Enemy of the state
The truth will be buried under a thick layer of lies
All accidents that’ll happen, will never be a coincidence
The course of the future will never be unpredictable
Our way of thinking should lead us in the right direction
They decide what’s right or wrong
The words you speak, every word you read
They put you away, enemy of the state
Every move you make
Every step you take
All the things you read
All the things you like
They’re checking you
Enemy of the state
4. Soul Sweeper
I am the great deceiver
I have caused so many wars
Those who opposed me
Never lived to tell
Soul Sweeper
I had my acts accepted
I had my will understood
I caused all the mindtrips
I manipulate
Now it will all be different
After so many years
The church is empty
All the magic’s gone
Soul Sweeper
God is dead, your god is dead
God is dead, I am the devil
Soul reaper, Soul Sweeper
I am the great deceiver
I have caused so many wars
Those who opposed me
Never lived to tell
I had my acts accepted
I had my will understood
I caused all the mindtrips
I manipulate
Soul Sweeper
God is dead, your god is dead
God is dead, I am the devil
Soul reaper, Soul Sweeper
5. Slaughtering The Faithful
Driving the masses
In narrow passages
Gassing them all into sleep
Waiting in line
Till a shock ends your life
Who is the beast in here
No daylight
Only on the day you die
Life in prisonment
Slaughtering the faithful
No daylight
Only on the day you die
Life in prisonment
Slaughtering the faithful
First a meaningless life
Then a meaningless death
A life of stress
Comes to a useless end
Out of the womb
Now meet your doom
Daylight you’ll never see
Only the day you die
6. Subliminal
Eyes watch you from a step away
A wide grin as I manipulate
In the dark of awareness
The arena of the Blind
The hell you see is nearer than you think
I feed you new filth today
Open wide as I manipulate
In the dark of awareness
The arena of the Blind
The hell you see is nearer than you think
As I wreck the dreams and hopes of countless eyes
And feed my filth to millions
Focussed on the addicion of wide screen lies
Fixed on the messages unseen
Unseen – Evolved – Machine – Subliminal
Unseen – Evolved – Machine – Subliminal
Now I’ve caught your attention
Fix you gaze on the information maze
Filter out my hidden agenda
As I wreck the dreams and hopes of countless eyes
And feed my filth to millions
Focussed on the addiction of wide screen lies
Fixed on the messages unseen
As I wreck the dreams and hopes of countless eyes
And feed my filth to millions
The world consumes in synchrony
Willing virus for my chaos remedy
7. The Tombstone
Darkness surrounding me
I’m waiting here till you free me
Lifting the tombstone
And what do you see
Lifting the tombstone
A skeleton waiting to be free
Don’t wait too long
The worms they’re raging on
Lifting the tombstone
And what do you see
Lifting the tombstone
A skeleton waiting to be free
Imprisoned in this box with blackness
Feels like you’ve forgotten me
Battles in the north
Bats in the sky
South of heaven is where it all went wrong
Digging a hole in the blackhole sun
Draining the chalice of blood and the body of Christ
Moving the tombstone
Moving the tombstone
Do you hear the sound of the winds and the trees
Do you hear the grass growing, my body decomposing?
It’s cold, it’s so cold
It’s cold, six feet under
Do you hear the sound of the winds and the trees
Do you hear the grass growing, my body decomposing?
Darkness surrounding me
I’m waiting here till you free me
Lifting the tombstone
And what do you see
Lifting the tombstone
A skeleton waiting to be free
Don’t wait to long
The worms, they’re raging on
Battles in the north
Bats in the sky
South of heaven is where it all went wrong
Digging a hole in the blackhole sun
Draining the chalice of blood
And the body of Christ
Moving the tombstone
Moving the tombstone
Lifting the tombstone
And what do you see
Lifting the tombstone
A skeleton waiting to be free
8. Gods Of Terror
Dictators of the free world
Dictators of the oppressed
Claim to have God on their side
In the battle against evil
Your god is dead, the devil is you
Don’t talk to me about values of life
If you cross the line time after time
Point your finger at your enemy
I point my finger at you all
May God be with us in the battle against evil
But you’re the one who killed your God
And placed yourself upon the throne
Upon the throne, the throne of God
Dictators of the free world
Dictators of the oppressed
Don’t try to wash your hands in innocence
You and all your vermin
You’re colour is bloodred
Behold the gods of terror
Play their game of crime
Behold the gods of terror
Drag us down in misery
Beold the gods of terror
Speeding the end of time