Lost in Wonderland

MISTER I.D.G.A.F. “This is a mirror of our indifference - small if it’s against our body, if it’s against our fellows...” This is the story of a man Black man for your soul, black man within He makes you feel free with a cigarette He makes vanish your fear if you drink some whiskey He says, “Don’t fucking care, enjoy your life” Then, then he’ll cry Then, when the lungs are black Then, he’s the first one crying Then, when the liver is mushy Now every cure is useless Now you’re praying to God Now that your liver is mushy Now that your lungs are black He’s the one building reactors He makes chemical experiments for the pleasure of some purses He pollutes the seas, “The oceans are so big, don’t care” He puts power gas in the air, polluted with radioactive waste He makes you saw at your own branch, forget what the future will bring Then, then he’ll cry Then, when a reactor has a breakdown Then he’s the first one crying Then, when the sea is boiling Now, when there’s nothing to repair Now that the air is a poisonous gas Now that the rivers are a stinking backwater Now you’re trying apologies Later the understanding will come when the Reaper laughs at you Later the understanding needs some dead bodies, needs a catastrophe Later, it’s not the day after to determine your destiny, it’s the present when you create your death Later, you damn the solutions, but it’s already too late Later the understanding will come when the Reaper laughs at you Later the understanding needs some dead bodies, needs a catastrophe Later, it’s not the day after to determine your destiny, it’s the present when you create your death Later, you damn the solutions, but it’s already too late You can meet him everywhere, everyday As a simple dealer of war-games or as a dealer of drugs He sells arms to the Third World and causes genocide He says, “I know it’s wrong, what I do, But when I stop there will be others doing the same” Then, then he’ll cry Then, when a reactor has a breakdown Then he’s the first one crying Then, when the sea is boiling Now, when there’s nothing to repair Now that the air is a poisonous gas Now that the rivers are a stinking backwater Now you’re trying apologies

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

LUSTFUL FOR DESASTER “Many people, especially those reading only [the] rainbow press, seem to need catastrophes. And because many newspapers write about things in a way which isn’t true, they have an increasing edition – because they speak the same speech as these stupid people…” Press never had such a big edition Someone’s talking about ten thousand victims While the first pictures are running over the screen The whole world is burning for the killer news The whole world turns on the TV Reality is what you see Hearts are beating faster Lustful for disaster Yesterday morning in the front of the post office Life struggle in the middle of the street A woman wants to commit suicide in her car Tongues outside, eyes are open wide She wants to commit suicide People want to see it live Hearts are beating faster Lustful for disaster The world is a big theatre Death is the great spectacle They’re buying death on paper Big money with mankind’s fear Headlines are filling your head everyday With catastrophes and victims, disaster and disgraces They’re making money with fate Creating stories around nothing What a satisfaction do some people find To see a wounded or dying body lying on the street Lustful they’re waiting for the next catastrophe To have a topic for the chats of the next two weeks Friday night, live and directly Sister King Kong, the killer-catch queen The whole damned world turns on the TV Violence is what they need The whole world turns on the TV Reality is what you see Hearts are beating faster Lustful for disaster

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

CRY “Normally one is preaching [to] children to be honest – but the children will soon recognise that it will not help to get success in this world. But there are a few who will keep up this virtue and who will go the hard way in life…” And so the dawn becomes stronger than the night The first sunrays are breaking through the darkness Hidden in a room, forgotten from time A little child is embracing its pillow Honesty and pureness don’t help living In a world where might and falsehood are right And it seems that all the pain of this damned world Is breaking out in the tears of a little child

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

EVIL SPRAY “’Sure, I know it’s not good for the atmosphere, but if I stop using spray then [a] thousand others will do it…’ – That may be the thoughts of many [of] you about the topic [of] fuel gas, and [it’s] exactly this way of thought – not from one, but from millions of idiots – [that] will destroy human life…” Here I am, crossing through the sky Here I am, your death is my aim Hey, punks, I am what you need I put your hair so high with a thousand colours, you’ll see Dark Wave, New Wave, Shock Wave Your outfit will be cool! I’m useful too, to varnish There’s no paintbrush that is painting, so clean how I’m spraying! And in every household I’m irreplaceable To polish cupboards, windows, to exterminate vermin Then I’m flying so high, so high in the sky To scrape in their ozone coat since there’ll be another hole Fuel gas is my poison, skin cancer your death You know it, but you keep on using me as you alone can’t change your world Slow death will be your end Your skin will burn slow under deadly sun rays I’m the demon of the spray-box And you’re meant to fulfil my mission Violet will be the sky Poison clouds will pass the air This is Death’s vendetta, assumption of power He’ll exterminate humanity Slow death will be your end Your skin will burn slow under deadly sun rays I’m the demon of the spray-box And you’re meant to fulfil my mission Violet will be the sky Poison clouds will pass the air This is Death’s vendetta, assumption of power He’ll exterminate humanity

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

, THE BULL “This song describes, in an ironic way, the thoughts of a Macho-playboy and lady killer – It contains many quotations [from] these animals, called ‘Machos,’ which I heard in various discussions. And, here in Europe, [there] exists too many of ‘em…” I’m a man, a hunter, and I’m hunting young tender flesh Mimmo is my name, the women call me ‘The Bull’ I know how to amuse every bitch that I catch Yes, I know what they’re looking for, a sledgehammer dick They pretend to be sensitive, to need sweetness and love Sometimes they’re crying to break somebody’s heart You wipe away the tears while down there she’s wet Hey man, it’s sure: she cries ‘cause she wants to fuck another time I am the man – The strong sex, if you know I am the man – The strong arm here at home I am the man – I earn the money I’m the boss I am the man – You must satisfy my needs Sometimes I remember when I was a young pretty-boy The little flirts with little girls soon broke my balls I drank erotic licquer to be stronger in bed The girls of the high-school like remember my name I never missed a bag, I never missed a chance I never said no, I’m always ready to strike And when I don’t find food for my dick There’s always my wife at home, waiting with wide-open legs I am the man, I must go one, I have children and a wife You’re the woman, the rib of a man, you’re born to serve the man Giusy, my daughter, introduced a guy, a guy with long hair I can’t believe it, my daughter with a guy looking like a girl! Giusy, my daughter, introduced a guy, a guy with long hair I can’t believe it, my daughter with a guy looking like a girl? Hahahaha…… I am the man – The strong sex, if you know I am the man – The strong arm here at home I am the man – I earn the money I’m the boss I am the man – You must satisfy my needs I bought a video recorder and many, many movies Porno, sex and red-lights – what’s the price of the world? Yesterday there was a party with new, horny bitches I had a relationship with Helen, but she was too fine My wife Diana admires the Germans, but here the moral is ending Diana is my wife! My wife Diana admires the Germans, but here the moral is ending Diana is my wife!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

WHERE EAGLES REIGN “Here is a look around on the biggest madhouse existing: The world!!!” Looking at the world, looking around, the world seems a big madhouse to me Everywhere you run against closed doors, windows with heavy iron bars Some fools are raging, driving mad, and fighting at windmills every day Others hide fearfully and live in fear, taking the rosary to pray for better times Madhouse – The world’s driving mad Madhouse – The world’s driving mad There are other fools, convinced to be lords of the world Like the Pope at the Vatican, famous to be vice-God on earth He like the money like a vicegerent, he has the world power support because of his calming effect He travels and preaches peace for the world, he’s celebrated, a superstar They are the lords, they’ve the rudder Who dares to talk soon will end Where eagles reign behind locked doors To bring the world the Holocaust Insane acting - Where eagles reign Insane acting - Where eagles reign Insane acting - Where eagles reign Insane acting - Where eagles reign Alexander the Great has fallen From the power of Old Rome remains only a ruin These kingdoms were raised on arms’ power But the endless reign of the church is built on people’s dullness This disease is curable, doctors always have existed But they were put in chains with their tongues cut, tortured ‘til death, silenced forever They sold places in heaven for the poor, poor sinners, and they were sent into war in the name of God Who dared to speak was burned at the stake while today they have other ways Madhouse – The world’s driving mad Madhouse – The world’s driving mad Madhouse – The world’s driving mad Madhouse – The world’s driving mad Talking is silver, being silent is gold, who has the gold can be silent but who wants that? You damn with the habit of the people, the evil only housed and silent, placed under tutelage If you keep on being silent it all becomes worse around yourself Silence kills, evil survives for the ones who do not dare to stand up and fight They are the lords, they’ve the rudder Who dares to talk soon will end Where eagles reign behind locked doors To bring the world the Holocaust

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

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CREATE YOUR DESTINY “These lyrics I wrote after a discussion I had with a so-called ‘No-Future’ guy who called himself a “Dark Waver’” You say “no future,” another two years and we will all die You say dope is the only way to set you free from fear You’re eighteen years old and on your jacket is written “No Fun” And so you live your life like the living dead Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up!! The overkill can take away my life more than a thousand times For then I’ll not only live one life, I’ll live a thousand lives Thousand times more power, thousand times more feelings, thousand times more love Living the rock, rock to live, future’s in my hands Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny I’ll keep on fighting, I’ll realise my dreams - Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny Fuck off, Reaper, fuck off drugs, I’m too young to die - Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny I drug my head with metal dope - Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny Born to lose but live to win - Future’s in your hands - Create your destiny You can’t find the solution in the bottom of a glass or in a needle And not any bad news on TV can make me afraid Since the last breath, since the last heartbeat, there’s always a little hope Ghandi and Martin Luther King didn’t die in vain Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!! Raise your fist! Stand up, fight! Never undergo and cry!!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

DIE FOR YOUR FLAG “There are enough examples in history where too much national pride caused wars. Leaders like Hitler or Khomeni forced all this hysteria, and the cruel result of wars are all the widows having nothing more than memories of their dead [husbands] and children…” Females make more children, the state will pay you More children for new battles, more hospital nurses We need more cannons, a nation needs its armed forces A nation needs strong citizens, ready to die for its flag Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! A real man becomes a soldier and must die like a hero No pain could be stronger than his faith Eternal life awaits you when you’re dead If you die for your country your soul will be saved Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! Raise, raise your flag in the sky, glory! The day, they day will come and we’ll reign the whole world So march into war, spread your faith with the blade Bring glory and victory for your flag Glory!...Glory!....Glory!....Glory!... Raise, raise your flag in the sky, glory! The day, they day will come and we’ll reign the whole world So march into war, spread your faith with the blade Bring glory and victory for your flag And yet another Reaper drank blood Tearing tears from mothers and young widows For them remains the memory and a pension And a place of honour in the circle of soldiers’ wives Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag! Die, die for your flag!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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