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Bloodcvlts Lyrics

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Bloodcvlts

(2015)
TypeEP
GenresAtmospheric Death Metal
Album rating :  95 / 100
Votes :  1
Lyrics > T > The Monolith Deathcult Lyrics (52) > Bloodcvlts Lyrics (2)
Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2018-03-05)
1. Reign of Hell (7:45)
Marching through the streets in alcoholic rage
Doomed to be ambushed in the urban inferno
Firebombs rain down on the beastly soldiers
And leaving them to rot in the impure winds of war

Standing 'proud' in endless rows,
The defeated dead hang stiff and still
Perverse thoughts ordered upon battalions,
Hungering to maim and kill

Kill the germanski!
Tear them from their mothers' wombs

Here is no peace
No god
Here is no beauty

Here is no peace
No god
Here is no glory

Charging through, pile the dead upon the dead
Endless streets of anonymous corpses
Ripping golden teeth of the unfortunate soldiers
And leaving them to rot in the impure winds of war

Thousands of brothers are thirsting to fight and wipe out the hitlerite vermin
Thousands of brothers are in for the kill dark souls, frozen eyes feasting with the dead
Stench from the purulent dirt beneath soil and flesh trampled to bloody snot
Streets are flooding with blood and gore of thousands of your despised people

Thousands of brothers are thirsting to fight and wipe out the hitlerite vermin
Thousands of brothers are thirsting to die to smash the for before he can retreat

[2x]
Kill them in the wombs of their mothers!
Kill them all, towarzysz

[2x]
Kill the germanski!
Tear them all, towarzysz

Убейте их всех, товарищи!
Убейте их в чревах их матерей!
Немецкие паразиты не должны никогда воскреснуть!
[Ilja Gregorjevitsj Ehrenburg]

Charging through, pile the dead upon the dead
Endless streets of anonymous corpses
Looting the bodies of the unfortunate civilians
Leaving them to rot in the impure winds of war

Stench from the purulent dirt beneath soil and flesh trampled to bloody snot
Streets are flooding with blood and gore of thousands of your despised people

Kill them in the wombs of their mothers!
Kill them all, towarzysz

Ten thousand throats cry for violence and death
Torched corpses mark the theatre of the macabre
Eyes gazing glassy and vacant at the sky
Condemned to die for your Führer alone

Leaving them to rot in the impure winds of war
Soldiers laid to waste on remains of their battalions
The dead piled high in the urban slaughterhouse
Condemned to die for their Führer alone

Thousands of brothers are thirsting to fight

Thousands of brothers are thirsting to fight and wipe out the hitlerite vermin
Thousands of brothers are thirsting to die to smash the for before he can retreat

[4x]
Убейте их всех, товарищи!
Убейте их в чревах их матерей!
Немецкие паразиты не должны никогда воскреснуть!
[Ilja Gregorjevitsj Ehrenburg]

[2x]
Kill them in the wombs of their mothers!
Kill them all, towarzysz

[2x]
Kill the germanski!
Tear them all, towarzysz

Немецкие паразиты не должны никогда воскреснуть!

(С фашистской силой тёмною, с проклятою ордой.
Пусть ярость благородная вскипает как волна.
Идёт война народная, священная война.)
2. I Conquistador
3. Der Hexenhammer
4. Doom of the Tawusê Melek
5. Hangmen Also Die (3:25)
Slaying the resistance, no prisoners we take
Counting the deaths and retaliate
The crown of Bohemia place on his head
The usurper's hex his symbol of death

The arrival of the butcher of Prague sets the tone
Entangled in bloodlust
Entangled in doom
The Hangmen of Prague der Reichsprotektor
Mercilessly wipe out the Czech vermin

Suffocate inhale death's breath
The cursed Crown of Saint Wenceslas
A boundless fear is churning now
Execration after death

Shrapnel splinters tore his chin,
Bullets flew and scourged my skin
The seventh day had just begun
And soon the usurper will die

The world is just a barrel-organ which the Lord God turns Himself
We all have to dance to the tune, which is already on the drum

I am gazing down upon myself
A wreck of comatose flesh
Plunged into an abyss filled with thickening darkness and no promised light

Screams sound like music when he crushed the SA
The falsetto blond beast became the butcher of Prague

Christened as The Man with the Iron Heart
But he wasn't victorious after all...

Suffocate inhale death's breath
The cursed Crown of Saint Wenceslas
A boundless fear is churning now
Execration after death

Shrapnel splinters tore his chin,
Bullets flew and scourged my skin
The seventh day had just begun
And the usurper hath died

I am gazing down upon myself
A wreck of comatose flesh
Plunged into an abyss filled with thickening darkness and no promised light

The curse of Saint Wenceslas swirled around me with commanding strength
In hell
I face all the resentful souls who hath died my my hand

Slaying the resistance, no prisoners we take
Counting the deaths and retaliate
The crown of Bohemia place on his head
The usurper's hex his symbol of deat
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