Thrash!

Evening's coming barometer's crazy time to get ready for mistreating night comes for the visit god of the thunder no time for questions run for your life No chance for human night of the demons you teel the power of his yelling voice die all you bastards it's time for the strong one battle has strated keep swords, no more toys He's the real stormmaster take a look straight to his eyes He's the real stormmaster whispering wind, isn't it nice Comes from the racks king of the lightning on dusty wheels riding his blackcloud horse Comes from the rocks killing the fortune ready's the throne blood for his glory boils No chance for human ... He's the real stormmaster ...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

We say it's normal watching blood from the screen we say it's normal murder as a part of our life On hired killer no dirt left on your hands on hired killer death without scruples about Maybe that one of you could be the next jackal Dispatched opponent method of politicsf dispatched opponent sometime's the way we regard Why don't you listen rulers are killing truth why don't you listen it's time to fight for your rights All we know depth of the torment waste of honour and lake of the law What was shown before this moment means the world stays always so raw We say it's normal ... Dispatched opponent ... Maybe that one of us could be the next jackal

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Girl, you're teaching me, I'm learning the first shame slowly starts to melt something inside me is burning soon I'll have to start crying for a help Hot smell of your sensual body your red lips and eyes of pulling cat destruct my feeling I'm a rowdie all my notions about my nature bed Round and round the world is turning tell me why, who can answer me my piece of mind is not returning stop the time, to make all dreams more real Prostitute, without emotions priestess of the caressing loving proslitute makes me crazy maybe emused by my off showing Traped my heart - prostitute Eager hands in nervous tremble tip of my tongue seeks to taste your dew total fall in mental jungle end of time and end of standart rules Devil in our wasted bodies into mind wants to penetrate gods of love are stending by me drops of the night count your business rate Round and round the world is turning ... Prostitute, without emotions ... Stop the time. I want more loving ...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Říkal jsi jednou jak ve Státech blednou když ozve se sekta tří K Pro tvou pleť temnou zbraně svý zvednou v zádech ti sedí strach Soudce Lynch ožívá vlády se ujme Ku-Klux-Klan Komu se zpovídá spolek bláznů jménem Ku-Klux-Klan Přichází noc bílých kápí přichází noc hořících křížů přichází noc... Senát se směje a žít bez naděje je horší než ztratit svou tvář Pozná, že zle je ten klan ať se chvěje před sílou co vyrůstá z nás Soudce Lynch dožívá vládu už skončil Ku-Klux-Klan Nám ať se zpovídá spolek bláznů jménem Ku-Klux-Klan Už žádnou noc bílých kápí už žádnou noc hořících křížů už žádnou noc...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 09, 2025

They follow up your scent it's their favourite hunt quarry is near for starveling pack They follow up your scent searching all around heart full at fear and no way back They're near, so near you hear bloodthirsty howling It must be hells bent to have control of bounds what's truth, what's lie who will be next Oh fear, great fear machine of power's rolling Masters prefer the manhunt ... They follow up your scent ... They're near, so near .. It must be hells bent ... Oh fear, great fear ... Masters prefer the manhunt ...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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Cold air which tries to strike contours of bombers it's suiting now to feel breath of this night vibrating scared wings put on their shoulders part of an easiness for the next fight So here they are ready for nightflight who will be back whose will be the funeral bombs on the board they're passing highcloud afraid of flak so real and dangerous The worsed what can be now - enemy lighters front shooter cries so laud: "Aim within sight!" throw off your deadly load, keep the correct course escaping carefully, chased by the lights So here they are ... Still turning circles R.A.F. Sguadron 311 strangers lighting for human rights; Czechs and British all together they were willing to be sacrifised for peace and new world's rise Cold air which tries to strike ... So here they are ...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I am I, I hate all kinds of resignation listening to your complaints doesn't bother me We are we often called lost generation metal fans we feel our life is running fast I am I, I hate pop and I hate disco stupid styles for empty heads they don't bother me We are we so come on and yell on this tone kids of the world uninterested in all the past Slop the pain in our veins bleed the world and turn around The same refrain - be free again you're seeking words that can't be found Daddies said that we'd been bad forgetting times of rock'n'roll Dan't be sad, try wings to spread and live your life out of control Thrash the trash ... I am I, I hate all kinds of resignation ... Thrash the trash ...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025