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EP (2013) – Obscure Raids

PURE HATE

Face of death, feel this hate
Face of death, your disgrace
Face of death, feel this hate
Face of death

I feel they are coming
I feel a rotten smell towards my direction
What do they want?
What they are doing?

May your end begin
May you end up as a carcass
Burn your soul in fucking hell
And take my hatred with you

Look into my heart and see the pain
Look at my hand and see the misery
Look into my mind and see the hate
Look to myself and tell me what you see

I feel hatred, Pure hate, Pure hate
I feel hatred

Like a pig in the mud
Die and burn in hell
I’m tired, I’m tired
I can’t stand your fucking smell

Like a pig in the mud
Die and burn in hell
I’m tired, I’m tired
I can’t stand your fucking smell

I feel hatred,Pure hate, Pure hate
I feel hatred

Face of death feel this hate
Face of death your disgrace
The time has come
The place is here
Start to pray
Pure hate


OBSCURE RAIDS

I see terror in your eyes
I’ll take away your hope and your values
I miss to fucking shut him up
We are merciless killers

People willing to kill
without control, and breathless
Truths that are hidden by the darkness
Souls willing to demonize me

Soul assassins, trapped souls
S un is burning my fucking brain
Attacks at night and daylight
Attacks all the time

Stabbing the neck
Stabbing the chest

Flames of fire got my hand
Tears of rage penetrates you
Entering your mind I’ve got nothing to lose
Obscure possession

Stab wounds on the soul
Cowards that attack in the da rk
We’re testing the obscure insanity
We’re doing raids

Obscure raids

Released anger
Born to be wild
Obscure raids

That slow my soul
Forget who lived
Forget the death

Transparent ties
Surrounded sacrifice
Pieces of misery

Stabbing the neck
Stabbing the chest

Flames of fire got my hand
Tears of rage penetrates you
Entering your mind I’ve got nothing to lose
Obscure possession

Stab wounds on the soul
Cowards that attack in the dark
We’re testing the obscure insanity
We’re doing obscure raids


LEGION OF DEMONS

He is coming
To rip your bones off
To burn your head
And squeeze your guts

He wants to possess
you
And guide you through the evil’s path
To give you to the devil’s side
To baptize you in depths of Hell

It’s time to sell your soul
Give up, you are hellish now
Burn in hell, rot in there
Wash your hands, in blood and sweat

Legion of demons

Demons
Legion of Demons
Demons
In Devil’s Side

Demons
Legion of Demons
Demons
In Devil’s Side

Open the gates of hell
And call him Satan
Kiss his feet and thank him to be alive
You are part of the legion now!

Legion of Demons