HATESPHERE LYRICS

1. The Beginning And The End

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere]

[Instrumental]

2. Deathtrip

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: P. Lyse Hansen / M. Ehlert / J. Bredahl]

Fighting to be released
From the strings attached to me
Intriguing voice invades my head
The dark side speaks to me

Deathtrip
For death I am yearning
Deathtrip
My whole world is burning

I enter the gates to his mind
Let the sickness inside
The rush of power turns me on
Raise the hatchet for the below

Deathtrip
For death I am yearning
Deathtrip
My whole world is burning

This rush of blood
Has turned against me
Pleasure and pain goes hand in hand
The hatchet’s pointing my way
Deathtrip

3. Vermin

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / J. Bredahl / Hatesphere, Lyrics: J. Bredahl / A. Gyldenøhr]

It’s me crawling outside your window
It’s me creeping you out tonight

Hallucinating
Images from hell within

You thought you got off
But I came to fight another day
I drag it out, I drag you down
Always like that when I’m around

Suffocating
Blinding fear is closing in

I’m the nightmares inside your head
The monster underneath your bed

Beware of the beast in black
Your time has come, there’s no turning back
Acid in your open wound
My hell is your tomb

[Lead: P. Lyse Hansen]

Try to dig your way out
There’s no escape for you to find
Shovelling through the lost souls
That I have left behind

I bring out the worst in you
You are a victim of my split personality

Hallucinating
Images from hell within

Your fear is my life force
I feed on you, going insane

Suffocating
Blinding fear is closing in

I’m the nightmares inside your head
The monster underneath your bed

Dead
You’re dead

4. Downward To Nothing

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: A. Gyldenøhr]

Finding the best spot of the curb
The main ambition in life
Cardboard bed bagged and packed
Waiting for better thing to come

No hope can’t cope
The lowest step of the ladder
Downward spiral to nothing
The smallest rat in the pack

Loneliness and isolation
Every man for himself...

Destiny is the rulemaker
The friend is a jawbreaker
Being king of the curb
What a rush to inhale

Loneliness and isolation
Every man for himself...

Escaping reality
By swimming noselanes
In the snowy seas of sorrow
Being the centre of the world
Being centre of nothing

No hope can’t cope
The lowest step of the ladder
Downward spiral to nothing
The smallest rat in the pack

Becoming the king of the hill
Caused by a twisted mind
No chance of recovery
No future to find

Loneliness and isolation
Every man for himself...

Tomorrow, a new day will come...

5. Only The Strongest...

[Music: J. Bredahl / P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: J. Bredahl / A. Gyldenøhr]

Fear is my tool
To keep you down
Hate is the way
To hold my crown

Reign of horror
I am on the top of the world

Trust me on this one
It all will die

Death is my business
Death make me what I am
I am locked and loaded
And I am ready to kill

[Lead: P. Lyse Hansen]

Reign of horror
I am on the top of the world

From my domain
I watch it all go by
Across the blood red sky

6. What I See I Despise

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: J. Bonehead Nielsen / J. Bredahl]

It’s been feeding on dark thought in me
Spreading rumours in my mind
Building anger in my heart
Burning hatred in my eyes
Now I see through all the lies

What I see I despise
What I see I recognize

I twist their every world
To find a crack
To see the truth
To find the place I’ve been used
To find a piece of me in you
To find something I can abuse

Now I see
You need me to put your weakness on
I spit on the hand you offer
Spit on the words you speak
You will never find me trusting
You will never find me weak

What I see I despise
What I see I recognize
It’s all sickening to me
All these good intentions

[Lead: H. Bastrup Jacobsen]

[Lead: P. Lyse Hansen]

I Remember all the times you let me down
When I found myself alone
All the times you weren’t around
Left me time to think
Who you are
What you give
What I need
What I see I despise
What I see I recognize

I don’t need no one but me!

7. Last Cut, Last Head

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: J. Moldaschl]

They read him like an open book
But the pages were blank
Before he took the first step
In a new direction
Empty head, imperfection

Second step still humble
Without eyes the hands fumble
Like his feet that wear no skin
A naked man, man of sin

Three steps that hurt like hell
How did he get here
And where will he dwell

With bloody feet and an empty head
Wish he could say
What cannot be said

As the fourth step was taken
Ethics were shaken
And the end result:
Sanity forsaken
No more fumble, no longer humble
A cut of precision
A part of his mission

The road is blurry
The mission is clear
The bag is heavy
His goal is near

With bloody feet and an empty head
Wish he could say
What cannot be said
Final step in the dance of the dead
Last cut, last head

[Lead: H. Bastrup Jacobsen]

8. Warhead

[Music: H. Bastrup Jacobsen / P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: A. Gyldenøhr]

Taking aim as I approach
The scenario is set for our world to explode
We’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time
There’ll be no salvation for us
I bet this night will be sublime

My tube of death
Is pointing your way
My warhead is armed
Better beg for mercy today
Beg for mercy!

Fire in the hole!
You scream in despair
Releasing my cluster bombs
From high in the air

Penetrating your defence
I’m spreading my disease
Onto you
The pain I release

My tube of death
Is pointing your way
My warhead is armed
Better beg for mercy today
Beg for mercy!

The wardrums are played
With my stick on your skin
I’m the black hole tailgunner
Coming straight out of hell

Your body is trembling
Going into aftershock
Of all the bitches in the world
You were my best fuck

My tube of death
Is pointing your way
My warhead is armed
Better beg for mercy today
Beg for mercy!

9. Blankeyed

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / H. Bastrup Jacobsen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: J. Bonehead Nielsen / J. Bredahl]

[Lead: P. Lyse Hansen]

Give me back my anger
Cause I’ve been trying to live without
Failing miserably very step on the way
It’s my crutch and it’s my sword
That makes me hard – so hard!

I need this mask to wear
I need this blankeyed stare
I need this thorn in my side
I need someone to hate, to make it all right

And I find that I’m alive
Everything in this world must die!
This rage boils inside of me
I know I’m in control

I’m no longer feeling lost
I can make my own truth
No longer scared of the thing I can’t comprehend
I crush it all under one foot

And I find that I’m alive
Everything in this world must die!
This rage boils inside of me
I know I’m in control

Nothing can stand against me
No room in my world for opposition
And I turn my gaze on you
This blankeyed stare

10. 500 Dead People

[Music: P. Lyse Hansen / Hatesphere, Lyrics: P. Lyse Hansen / J. Bredahl]

Night time has come
Another hunt has begun
Balls out, I’m like a loaded gun
You think you are a friend of mine
Can’t be with that lack of spine
My gun works fine

When I look at you I see
A dead man looking back at me

You’ve crossed the line one too many times

You smile at me
Not able to see
Easy to hide my twisted personality
I put you to sleep
And take a ride with the devil
My enemies will bleed

When I look at them I see
500 dead people looking back at me

They’ve crossed the line one too many times

Their pages are written
Their die is cast
Their books are closed
More heads for my collection

When I look at them I see
500 dead people looking back at me

They keep coming to me
I keep tracking them down







HATESPHERE LYRICS