METALOCALYPSE: The Dethalbum I Flashcards
There are no fingerprints Deep under water Nothing to tie one to a crime And if you seek vengeance All you need are instruments of pain
Murmaider
live there die there
live there die
Go Into The Water
Musta-Krakish,
Musta-Krakish,
The time has come, to awaken him.
Awaken
Wait now, what did they say
about the human body and proportions of things?
Blood is an energy conductor.
I am full of that all I need is an outlet.
They're getting closer but now you have a plan. Lead them to the generator where there's solid land. The concrete floor will do just fine and electric outlets. Open up your veins and splash the blood and hit the power lines.
Bloodrocuted
Trapped inside a box
Four long years
Hiding from the world
Punished by your peers
Studied teachers words
Stabbed a box of hearts
Earned a piece of paper
No go forth and start
Go Forth And Die
You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
Fansong
War has been declared
We are forced to fight
Take lives of my men
My Kingdom falls this night
Better Metal Snake
Hungry and tired the frigid plain yeilds little
We trudge on further, eating pride and snow that’s brittle
The Lost Vikings
Ride…
Ride…
Ride…
Ride…
Thunderhorse
I'm an employee I have a degree I'll fulfill your need I will make you bleed I'll rise to the top Best one on the team Kill outside the box Hold you as you scream
Briefcase Full Of Guts
RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you’re running out of life
Happy Birthday
You’re gonna die
Birthday Dethday
I fly a gigantic monster,
I am captain, evil stopper,
I get to wear big black helmets,
I pilot the hatredcopter!
Hatredcopter
Sharpened claws poisoned tip manicure
Painted skin hiding the beast within
Daggered heels designed to cut your face
No remorse KILLING the human race
Castratikron
So strong my face is You punch break fingers Kick me you're limping Stab me you're bleeding I am be furious now You say the bad word at me You pull a string and trip me I fall down You run You run
Face Fisted
If I could write off your murder
I’d save all of my receipts
because I’d rather you be dead
than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year
Dethharmonic