SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (O)

Recorded Live 22.06.1985 in Knebworth, The United Kingdom / 1. Space Truckin' - 9:23 / 2. Difficult to Cure (Rainbow cover) - 14:49...

We are of hell born to sin to us none is sacred we torture your soul and rape your mind bleed upon the altar of god wait not for his son we worship the darkness and death which you fear and kill upon hallowed ground burning cross evil chants prepare for hell feel our lust for death feeding on the rot of death burn in everlasting hell we destroy all with nuclear death and desecrate the holy grave live the unholy death feel our hate scar the very tissues of your mind black dawn approaches as you slip to hell contaminate virgin innocence fight back hail us hate us death war insanity no one lives free live love nothing comes free greed power all that we want despair remorse no longer felt the lord of hell shall raise the dead to slay gods priests the cross of death upon the church in the night when the power of hell thrives the wicked and perverse ways of witchcraft burn travel on the winds of death forever dead the machine of war mutilates destroy life born again for our sins our life thus begins my one track mind as I watch millions die listen to the children of the night their song of sorrow I am the devils very own dead killing to live war is our religion you cant you wont understand feast upon the infants rotting heart the bloodied corpse of life in the final moments of decay come child take my hand and witness the armageddon rot before the lord Christ and sin to him reach from the grave to avenge our fallen lord we who are all that is evil claim your soul die...

Still I'm spreading my disease / You'll work it out this time / Hell no, I won't retreat...

Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. / The portrait of the jaded dawn / Who had seen it all before....

Ghost of Mother / Lingering death / Ghost on Mother's Bed...

Once again I've cried / Unto the moon / That burning flame...

Beating / Heart still beating for the cause / Feeding...

By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair / The face of Melinda neath blackened hair / No joy would flicker in her eyes...

And so you left us / Jaded and gaunt, some September / Wilted with the seasons...

Blank face in the windowpane / Made clear in seconds of light / Disappears and returns again...

Confessor / Of the tragedies in man / Lurking in the core of us all...

Silent dance with death. / Everything is lost. / Torn by the arrival of Autumn....

Pray for the days of glory / Long gone the master plan / Gone is the pride of independence...

Ride the wind son / Through my eyes / You'll see where you must stand...

Train-train burning like a absolute, / Drunk with the love of the fire / Brain-brain burning and the leather boot....

All buys are final the act suicidal / A moment defining a life / Not hatred or racial, goddamn, insulatial...

Give me your love, give me your money / Give me your soul, let me have it honey / All lined up, paint 'em red...

Ain't nobody listening, ain't nobody there / Somebody is screaming this ain't fair / 30 pieces glistening, speak up if you dare...

Wake a little woozy, feeling shitty / Overdone, over tired / Waling like you lose, just shitty, wherever you go...

What's the sense of running blind / If you never know where you go / What's the sense of suicide...

Hey, hey smokey with the iron grip / Bang-bang knocking it down / Hangman headed on the psycho trip...

Sweeter, then you leave me / Hanging on a circle / Nine to the center of eternity divine...

Betrayed, trapped in the abyss / Put in irons, stripped of all pride / Now world is my foe...

Life is no more / You will rot away / Feed the funeral pyres...

Voa Serpente do orgulho, Mãe da terra, nossa Mãe, / Lei daqueles que clamam P'lo Homo Natura, p'la flama, / Voa erótico Pentagramma, E destrói, e destrói quem te ama....

C'è nella forza di un'idea / Una luce nobile trasparente / Unica innocente, libera...

Do you know what there is just behind your wall? / Do you hate what you can’t see on the spinning ball? / Ignorant and wasted, that’s what you are...

The empire of baphomet / the cold call of baphomet / Cry of flesh and spirit...

Открой свои вены - пусть твоя тоска выйдет наружу / Пусть ночь войдёт в них, заменяя кровь / Ведь ты живёшь не там, где должен...

Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud, / So good you can't believe it's screaming with the crowd, / Don't sweat it, get it back to you,...