HAK-ED DAMM LYRICS

1. Slit The Wrists

2. Milita Pestis

The day where an error was born upon the Earth
Until the human power transpierces his heart
This surrounding plague which haunts us, nights by nights.
Can it be the death that raped that bastard-god light?

Militia Pestis—they say that I am insane, but they are wrong.
Militia Pestis—those whores will pay of their own blood

If you cannot speak more extremely than death
If you do not want to survive lonely exploitation
If you do not feel the fear of killing the human health
If you have as only wishes to see the extermination

Militia… Militia…
Militia Pestis—they say that I am insane, but they are wrong.
Militia Pestis—those whores will pay of their own blood

Only one pill the hearts burst, the rats died
The abrasions, the rain is brought under a volcano of hope,
Which moment where each one dreams to finally kill the pope
Second chance to bash the descendants slaves hands-tied

Looking for the dark cassocks, those keeping bedsides slings
Always truly received God false, monastic smashing
Thy bleed-slaughters on rock keeps intensely head molesting
Inflate the limbs by gorgeous infested chirpy path walking

Militia… Militia…
Militia Pestis—they say that I am insane, but they are wrong.
Militia Pestis—those whores will pay of their own blood

Life is on the black, credible ones cease believing in it
To curse Christians who in blowjob exchanges generate hell
Let's send them to be fucked, execrated and gutted slit
I want to see the red, before night either felt.

3. Gathering Of The Slutz

Twelve liars sitting at the weak impotent's table
Genocide of truth, brutality of choking silence
Blood crowned with the petrified body of late disciple
Laugh seizes me, treachery invades by pure pestilence

Die! Angels Of Light—those who carry the Evil lies
Die! Angels of Grace—your pastoral poetry is now menaced
Die! Angels Of Charity—raping your corpse in obscurity
Die! Angels of Desire—new sons of God are blazed by fire

A last meal of distortioned hate contradictions
Fucking dicks they tried to build me... to build me a path
Across the lines in the scariest churches corruptions
Pastor misanthropically transforming to blood-bath
But thorny devastations come forth with pure wrath
Yeah! They made well at the time of the crucifixion
The arrival of Supreme Being aimed thy legions
Sky breaks down the evolution unto damnation

Die! Angels Of Light—those who carry the Evil lies
Die! Angels of Grace—your pastoral poetry is now menace
Die! Angels Of Charity—raping your corpse in obscurity
Die! Angels of Desire—new sons of God are blazed by fire

Dark beast that takes thee where invisible chaos reigns
The aggressor has murdered the alarming wicked holiness
Then, the delivery is it only the unholy blackness signs?
Isn't it the proof that God is leaving his slaves brave less?

Die! Angels Of Light—those who carry the Evil lies
Die! Angels of Grace—your pastoral poetry is now menace
Die! Angels Of Charity—raping your corpse in obscurity
Die! Angels of Desire—new sons of God are blazed by fire

Bicornus comes forth to slay the silent sluts!

4. Cut The Flesh Before It Ages

Choices are rare done—on putrid life my blood boils
Knives sharpened—my flesh sweats—and words are cold
Crushing black—organs die—and void eyelids

Plague—the fear haunts us
And we’re fucking alone in this world

Finally, a sweet deliverance is offered to you
As freedom gates, in this nimble night
Nicely, as the blade is cherishing me
Hey! The first cut will be the toughest

As my tight skin gets easy to slit
As my dose is getting harder to feed
As my blood runs aside on my wrists
Death's carrying me to my last agony

Plague—the shame drags us
And as the true whore filled with hope

It notches from the inside, leaving only piss
Vile memory as hangman to rope
Amazed, thinking that a world exists
Hey! The first cut will be the toughest

No pain can brings me higher than those
With their scalpels move away the morose
And by the pores of their tissues viscoses
Can departure being as soft as stirred a virgin?

Choices are rare done—on putrid life my blood boils
Knives sharpened—my flesh sweats—and words are cold
Crushing black—organs die—and void eyelids

Suicide—the plague helped us
'Cause we were fucking alone in this world!
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5. Headcrusher

Dominant steel fists abuse my black cognitive
In a swirl of abhorrence and mourning I screech
I scream the name of this noisy reinforcement which approaches
Reducing us to human smashed lintus under Ostketten
Envenomed angels victims, shaped in darkened lambency
Prepared rammers, they smell the faith of unhated conception
Fingers! One by one bashed in white minus junks

Men beside me blamed like weak organic structures
You violated rags!

Forthcoming gears, beast made of steel and iron
Thundering panzers, war-metal march
Storming machine-guns, growing Euthanasia
Aggressive cries of death, which bring me slowly dead
Those which love and believe in the eternal light
The present moment you realize that you are
Just a wound in the life of those wished your execution.
Reconsider with all that you did not create
That no God will ever help you!
Except to destroy you, still more than you already are...

Stripped plasters we are
The plague haunts us
Gangrene intense
Cold amputation

We die slowly
We die stronger [2x]
Death plague execrates our mind!

Dead as a putrefaction old scent inside
I vomit my remembrances of true lifetime
Human blood I taste, human bodies everywhere
My infant, your daughter, raped virginity
They will possess your dreams and lives
A chapter, your imageries of true saviours
Closer they ride, closer to die
Abominations that kill and fuck you rags!
The beast you never see and never fed
That takes you back, your tortured hearse!

Forthcoming gears, beast made of steel and iron.
Thundering panzers, unhearted war-metal march
Storming machine-guns, growing cruel euthanasia
Aggressing cries of death, which bring me slowly dead

Reducing us to human smashed lintus under Ostketten
Envenomed angels victims, shaped in darkened lambency
Prepared rammers, they smell the faith of unhated conception
Fingers! One by one bashed in white minus junks

You violated rags!
Rags!

6. Grimmer Than Murder

Gleams that are truth, can’t rot on my soul
As the dirtiness which poisons us that day
But when the pain embellishes our blackness holes
Doesn't stop sadness to continues on each dawns

Feebleness in mind, I'm searching voracious
Something wild to breath, an early eager to taste
As the girded wolf can cripple his selected prey
Spreading the anguish and grief on dejected mar

Stabbing you in the Night... Strangulation
Stabbing you in the Night... Your Crucifixion [2x]
Stabbing you in the Night... Splashing your blood
Stabbing you in the Night... Grimmer it shall be!

For the melted philanthropy annihilated memoirs
Expending the impious seeds on the unearthly glees
Shining rascals involving to righteous exalt collapse
Of anger, my wrath is warped...Grimmer than murder!

Stabbing you in the Night... Strangulation
Stabbing you in the Night... Your Crucifixion
Stabbing you in the Night... Splashing your blood
Stabbing you in the Night... Grimmer it shall be!

For the destruction of the Earth, I sacrifice my lusts
My pain is less than world's worsen treacheries
I cut the nerves of essenceless sorrow, in doubt!
The fear, the power, the sickness of wrath impiousness

7. Die In Silence, Fucker!

You are the Bastard who fucked off your Life
All on the Trust, we hope you die twice
Nailed and whipped, than your Silence is Light
We don't need your Sign, die forth in Twilight

Die In Silence—Splatter!
Die In Silence—Rotter!
Die In Silence—Sucker!
Die In Silence—Fucker!

You—disposable corpse and useless Human
Your Presence here wasn't desired Saint
On the Wall, in engraving and your Skin is found
The Whip on your Flesh implies a marvellous Sound

Die In Silence—Splatter!
Die In Silence—Rotter!
Die In Silence—Sucker!
Die In Silence—Fucker!

The Scent of your Corpse only releases old Sins
In your Spittle of Blood, then Hatred begins
Life is unfair, but when Mockery is liked
Claiming you God, will cease in Shrine gazed

Everything must come to an End
Your Hands are trans pierced with ill
To Preacher we're firing the Lord
With the Power of Hell

[2x]
Die In Silence—Splatter!
Die In Silence—Rotter!
Die In Silence—Sucker!
Die In Silence—Fucker!

8. Maiming The Virgin

HAK-ED DAMM LYRICS