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Axis Of Advance: "The List" – 2002

энциклопедия: Axis Of Advance

Состав группы:

  • Vermin – бас, вокал
  • Wör – гитара, вокал
  • J. Read – ударные

Axis Of Advance: "The List" – 2002

Композиции:

  1. Annihilation
  2. The Torture
  3. Sacrifice
  4. Massacrion
  5. Namination
  6. Supremincer
  7. Retallahtack
  8. Shifter

Лирика

1. Annihilation

Desperation has taken it's hold
Tension like that of a vise
Squeezing to death the very soul
Of a man born to die in this hell
Hostile impact slices through
The collective conscious hope
Grudges can't overcome the panic
There is just no way to train against this

Bloodthirst, lust for slaughter
Words that lack meaning as you watch your brothers die
Kneel before the furious gods of genocide
Betrayal by the cunning regime
Pray to die quickly
Fooled into the heart of devastation
Never to walk again – as a free man
War is the cell you must endure forever

Hell, boundless hell
Ruins, the rumble of flames
Gas, smoke, death and the horror
Minds changed, never the same
Images, nightmares, screaming, sweating
Again and again

No one survives the dawn of the blackest day
Loyalty demands suicide, it is our time

Hysterical at the sight of blood
I fought as hard as I could
And all i think is annihilation
Rising up from the depths of the human soul
Mankind has no control
All the world thinks is annihilation
Annihilation – fight!

2. The Torture

Blood soaked despair
Creating an air of paranoia
Where brothers fear each other
And kill without question
Shooting in all directions

Trampling each other, cudgeling deaths
The sickness grips right at the throat
Diabolical means, proving the point
Of human weakness

Tactically implemented paradigm
Designed in the laboratory
Men losing control of their minds
Hallucinating horrific distortions

Flesh feeding the military machine
Bringing troops to their knees
Begging for relief
That will only come in some form of death

Choking on blood, ripping apart
Gutted corpses, stale the stench
Of powder and rot, loud the sound
Of endless bombs, horrific the sights

Choking on blood, ripping apart
Gutted corpses, stale the stench
Of powder and rot, loud the sound
Of endless bombs, horrific the sights

Not one stands still
Researchers examine
Remains they created
By subjecting these poor souls
To the torture

3. Sacrifice

Bleed the cowards
Confusion acceptable to the command
No weapons, set the example
The enemy will waste ammunition, then we attack (attack)
Hurrah!

Your pitiful grievances are unimportant
As fires rage in the hearts and minds
The slaughter is a necessary means of total war, merciless

Sacrifice, wave on wave, charge with blade
All eyes upon you as you
Sacrifice, give us your lives, falling on cries
Of hatred for the enemies of the
Sacrifice, the dead see nothing
There is no heaven, nor a god
Sacrifice, you are the property of the state
Do your duty or die without honour

The dirty greys are at it again
Their proficieny is clever but fruitless
We have ten times the men
Ten times the power to kill them all

Those who run back to our lines
Are riddled by our frontal guard
The next wave prepares to go into the grinder
As the example has been preset
Hurrah!

Advance the inevitable road
Over corpses in piling droves
We will always have ten times the men
Ten times the power to kill them all

4. Massacrion

The acrid stench of rotten flesh travels fast
Along the muddy earth
The corpses dangle sickly from the razor wire
Us against them, the rain and the rats
Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of
Moaning, writhing, wasting life
Nightmares spawned by endless explosions
Young and old recruits scramble over the top
Insanity now we survive, inhumanity the rule of life
No defense and all alone
We fall in groups eventually one by one

Contorted view of survival and loss
A horrid reminder in that smell
We have no relief until a leave
That always seems so far away

Burn Massacrion Run

Contorted view of survival and loss
A horrid reminder in that smell
We have no relief until a leave
That always seems so far away

Us against them, the rain and the rats
Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of
Moaning, writhing, wasting life
Nightmares spawned by endless explosions
Young and old recruits scramble over the top

Burn Massacrion Run
Hide Massacrion Die

The nightmare

The king considers not his pawns
He worries instead of his reign
Both sides have their rooks and knights
And the bishops and queen sit back and laugh

We die for nothing
We die for no one
No one will remember
No one will care at all

5. Namination

The men in the bird want to play war

They have zoned us north and south
By day they roam in hunting packs
Invincible green giants strong?
At night we cut them to pieces
They just run away, screaming

Wretched death to all invaders
Primitive instinct supreme
Their filthy lies mean nothing here

They are our playthings, on and on
Suppression and domination
Oppress for local control

Conflict of radical arms
Inner opposing forces
Combined with a massive assault
The ultimate alarm
Execute, no mercy

They will suffer at land, sea and in the air
They die

At home, they pray for it to soon be over

Hail Tet!

Them men in the birds fall from the skies

Disgraced, they leave our ravaged land
We will make their pain last
We will never surrender, never retreat
We dare them to come back

Wretched death to all invaders
Primitive instinct supreme
Their filthy lies mean nothing here

They are our playthings, on and on
Suppression and domination
Oppress for local control

Conflict of radical arms
Inner opposing forces
Combined with a massive assault
The ultimate alarm
Execute, no mercy

6. Supremincer

Silence, a napping world awakens
A new dawn that will bring nothing but pain

Guidance through incompetent fools
World "powers" collapse under the new rule
Of a power seduced by a single thought of victory
Weakened by a pronounced sense of fear
Smaller nations are starting to disappear
Under the sunwheel that fortells this fate in infamy

War comes fast as diplomacy fails
Humanity's weakness incapable of stopping
The lust for the darkest path to victory

Ashes of razed cities, rivers of blood
The smell of corpses rotting day and night
The mincer pushes forward, relentlessly

The natural law, upon all laws of nature rest
The struggle for existence
For victory
Bombs dropping every night
What is to be attained must be fought for
Conquest the law broadening hostility

Gone are the ways of combat honour
Terrain cratered like the moon
As far as the eye can see, for victory

Blood of the earth drained high and dry
Smoke rises into blackened skies
Feeding the insatiable hunger of supremacy

Silence, the scars of war are all that remains

7. Retallahtack

Fierce battles open up in the streets
An infinite timespan of hateful attrition
There is no greater possible honour among men
Than to explode as a martyr

Volatility known as a pure existence
We will kill them with rocks or rockets
We will destroy them where they live
We will not rest until they are dust

Mothers send us your sons
Paradise is waiting, our chances escaping
Total resistance, the truest experience
Delivering the holy wrath of ages

Mothers send us your sons
Paradise is waiting, our chances escaping
Total resistance, the truest experience
Delivering the holy wrath of ages

Expert disposal of unwanted infesters
Kill as one for god
A half-ridden structure of militancy
We will never rest until they are razed

Mothers send us your sons
Paradise is waiting, our chances escaping
Total resistance, the truest experience
Delivering the holy wrath of ages

Mothers send us your sons
Paradise is waiting, our chances escaping
Total resistance, the truest experience
Delivering the holy wrath of ages

8. Shifter

Trapped in my sights, he moves around slowly
My finger pressed firmly on the trigger
Two men trapped in the oblivion of conflict
The hunter and his prey

Beads of sweat form on my face
As he approaches, looking from side to side
My life or his – Justification
My cause or his – duty and honour

I think back of my home far away
A land of peace and equality
Horror paralyses my fingers

Shock, breathlessness, haze of faint
I cannot move, I cannot think
White in my eyes that blinds my sight
All I do is lay or die

Terror, sweat pours off my chin
I'm starting to shake
The weapon discharges

I missed, a hail of bullets graze nearby
Then nearer, i'm hit
I'm hit again! I lay and die

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