Das Kapital

Time is not the cure for every kind of human mistakes And there’s no a commandment XIXth century: the “British-Pax” was an illusion ‘cause thy controlled all misery They control, they control our voice: war goes on They control, they control our choice: war goes on Balcan question, under aggression What about british-balance there? Russian aggression, geman domination ... what about crazy Italy? They control, they control our voice: war goes on They control, they control our choice: war goes on War goes on, on our blood, on our broken cries ... on our fantasy, on our hands, on our little eyes Four years to fight, four years to kill these guys Four years to save their own economies Four years to say: “German will pay” The price will be another tragedy One year to see Russian destiny Became a new way of existence One year to see the U.S.A. to be A new balance of euro-system They control, they control our voice: war goes on They control, they control our choice: war goes on War goes on, on our blood, on our broken cries ... on our fantasy, on our hands, on our little eyes Solo: D’Eramo Their control-point is invisible from here Take a look behind you, they control you everyday

Glorious victory of democracy, nothing now have to change The French revenge is done, the “U.S.-PAX” will comes Through dollars they have to loan for all Now there are no more lines Now there will be the ruin for all: 1929 1929: they’ve lost control 1929: the dream fall alone Visions of misery: the western freelands of gold... Meanwhile in Germany someone tell something strong He knows in Italy another ‘prophet of smoke’ A new idea to condemn the scapegoat Now there are no more lines Now there will be the ruin for all: 1929 1929: they’ve lost control 1929: the dream fall alone Solo: D’Eramo/Botti/D’Eramo/Botti The “west-coast” see the “east-ghost” They need a wall to protect all They need the outpost where now there There is a weak... pawn: German pawn Now there are no more lines Now there will be the ruin for all: 1929 1929: they’ve lost control 1929: the dream fall alone

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

“… There’s no freedom without laws In this land there’s no control...” In the middle of Europe Once again they got destruction Revolts have failed.... They need to transform the weak pawn in the ‘outpost’ It will be the black wall of control It will be the black wall A new black, red, white flag and a rearmament Of a nation that come back... This is the new pawn of the control For the west coast they call free “... There’s no freedom without laws In this pawn there’s no control...” In the middle of Europe They pay to build a new monster Revolts have failed... They need the black wall, fuck the freedom: This is ‘the outpost’ It is the black cross of the new ghost. It is the black cross This is the new ghost of control For the west coast and its gold These are the new lands of brutality But they don’t see all this blood Solo: Botti/D’Eramo What’s wrong? We have to stop the red advance What’s wrong? We have to build the new balance What the fuck!? The Outpost signs a new deal What the hell!? They don’t believe it, they don’t believe it It means a new war, but they don’t know This is the last one for all Europe

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

The end of the russian tragedy Became in 1917 here They cried for a lot of centuries They obtain the final victory (x2) Rescue them! Memory... Rescue them! They cannot hear you Rescue them! Memory... Rescue them! They cannot hear you Why is the black cross now you best friend? Why do you sign this new deal? Why don’t you fight them? Why don’t you see the black cross is you enemy? Rescue them! Memory... Rescue them! They cannot hear you Rescue them! Memory... Rescue them! They cannot hear you Why is the black cross now you best friend? Why do you sign this new deal? Why don’t you fight them? Why don’t you see the black cross is you enemy? They killed the first men, they’re killing Trotzkij* They killed the first men, they kill in Spain° now... Solo: D’Eramo *Mexico City, august 1949 °1936/’39

Which is the way you kill ‘em? Which is the way you kill us? Why do you need this blood now? Why do you kill your son? Sometimes I want you death Another man needs your life There is a conflict inside all our nations Das Kapital J.B.: This blood is what you are Das Kapital J.B.: Which is the god you trust? Das Kapital J.B.: This blood is what you are They’r fighting for the new lands Is there religion or faith? Their only god is “DK” They’ve to remember... They’ve to remember always To say in this fuckin’ fourties: “You are the heroes, soldiers of our nations!” Das Kapital J.B.: This blood is what you are Das Kapital J.B.: Which is the god you trust?

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

The deal is broken now The black cross is falling down Today to die it’s easy there In Stalingrad someone wins today Too much the enemies Too weak the other friends (shit!) U.S.S.R. is coming here In ’44 is in Germany The ‘East-Ghost’ now is alone And they cannot believe it And now it’s taking control They need to stop it Solo: Botti

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

J.B.: They want their blood The blood of other innocents There’s no more time to hope again Behind this war they know, nobody wins again Blood call blood, no control, two destructions Civil wars, nations call reconstructions ’43: Italy change direction There’s no hope, people call revolutions J.B.: They touch the freedom, they see the light The black cross is next to die They don’t know that they are the instruments... ... to protect western lands from red “Bolshie” Weaknessphere, now is clear, you’re surrounded Weaknessphere, uselessphere, we can tell you: “Thanks a lot, the ‘red-ghost’ is our friend now” Is our friend now We need your division Weaknessphere you’re fall down Weaknessphere you’re alone Weaknessfear pay your pound Weaknessfear pay with us Pay with us now We need your division Pay with us now We need to take your control Solo: Petri Kusiisto Clean solo: Botti

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

You killed in the name of freedom You killed for the West of Europe You killed for a new business-land You win and now what do you pretend? The plot sickens They killed an ideology They killed the truth, they killed the real things Now they control the East of Europe Now they condamn the revolutions The plot sickens Two worlds, two ways, two winners... They play with the dust of there lands They’re building the new aggression On the heads of the wholeworld populations But your fire will be there against you Lies of peace now begin to come true Tell me how I can trust in your god In your laws, in the proud of your new world Romanticize these fucking lies, romanticize... Their Christ’s a killer

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Now you can put these dreams Up your big fuckin’ asses The lies you tell we don’t believe These children are your soldiers These guys follow your way The problem is: which is the way? You gotta one way You give us laws You gotta one way You kill us The end of century, the end of tragedy: Begin the new dictatorship Too much to say it kill you? Too much to say it sucks you? Look at this generation fucked You gotta one way You give us laws You gotta one way You kill us Our minds (... are the new game) They control (... in this new age) They call (... freedom this new choice) We gotta one way (... the new line) Bring the illusions, take new lies again Feel the noise that helps you die And take your daily dose in brain Check it out now this new way Solo: Botti/D’Eramo

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Last night the word came down, ten dead in Chinatown. Innocent, their only crime was being in the wrong place, at the wrong time Too bad, people say what's wrong with the kids today Tell you right now they've got nothing to lose They're building EMPIRE! Johnny used to work after school at the cinema show. Gotta hustle if he wants an education he's got a long way to go. Now he's out on the street all day selling Crack to the people who pay. Got an AK-47 for his best friend business the American way. Eastside meets Westside downtown. No time, the walls fall down Can't you feel it coming? EMPIRE! Can't you hear it calling? Black man, trapped again. hold his chain in his hand. Brother killing brother for the profit of another, Game point, nobody wins. Decline, right on time. What happened to the dream sublime? Tear it all down, we'll put it up again. Another EMPIRE? Eastside meets Westside downtown. No time, no line, the walls fall down. Can't you feel it coming? EMPIRE! Can't you hear it coming EMPIRE! Can't someone here stop it...??!!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 16, 2025

Give me your idea, tell me your choice Don’t tell me: “... right now, I follow the line” I don’t believe in this world of lies We breathe old air, maybe it will change... Look at the future What do you see? Replacing all the ideas, we find an empty space We need to take a new breathe, to go on everyday Look at the future What do you see? Solo: D’Eramo Will the balance of power, will the misery and the pain... ... solved? ... closed? ... forgotten? Look at the future and... Which is the price for the business? What is this golden machine? ... violence? ... free-guns? ... new drugs? Look at the future and... Which is the price of the TV? What is the new world you sell? ... other blood? ... other smoke? ... other spells? Look at the windows and...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025