Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the singe
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid
 

infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The number that are dead

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Solo: Hanneman

Be dead friend from above
When darkness falls
Descend into my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground

Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the Rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crimes
Era forever more

war...

Solo: King

Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining in the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat

Sport the war, war support
The sport is total war
When this end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill
 
 

Blood Red
Paroles: Araya
Musique: Hanneman

Peaceful confrontation meet war machine
Seizing all civil liberties
Honest ballotation among banshee
Spilling blood throughout humanity
You cannot hide the face of death
Oppression ruled by bloodshed
No disguise can deface evil
The massacre of innocent people

Deviated lies fear blinding in your eyes
Enforcing their truth through a gun
Aggressive discipline and barbaric control
Thousands of people cannot be wrong

You cannot hide the face of death
Oppression rules by bloodshed
No disguise can hide the evil
That stains the primitive sickle

Blood red

Solos: Hanneman, King, Hanneman, King, Hanneman

Growing opposition with words as ammunition
Expressions of life's liberties
Aggressive discipline and barbaric control
Spilling blood throughout humanity

You cannot hide the face of death
Oppression rules by bloodshed
No disguise can hide the evil
That stains the primitive sickle

Blood red
 
 

 Ce titre critique ouvertement le système communiste et les abus qu'il génère dans la vie privée des gens, sur leur liberté d'action et d'information.
 
 

Spirit in Black
Paroles: King
Musique: Hanneman

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life
Just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present words to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity
 

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in black till the end

Spirits damned to rot
Amidst the brimstone fireballs
Eyes of the dead
Watching from their living walls
Broken glass reflections
Show your flesh eaten away
Beyond the gates I 'll take you
Where the blood forever rains

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in black till the end
 

Solo: Hanneman

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in black till the end

Afterlife confessions
Tell me who you used to be
Looking on in wonder
As I show you it was me
Burning from within
You know one spark is all it takes
Hear the piercing cries of all
Who found that hell awaits

Living nightmare can't you see
You really have no choice
Faded memories haunt you
Listen clearly to my voice
Feed me all your hatred
Empty all your thoughts to me
I can fill your emptiness
With immortality...

Solo King

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present worlds to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity
 
 

Bienvenue dans mon monde
Implique-toi dans mon rêve
Fait l'expérience d'une vie
Que même ton esprit ne peut concevoir
Jète un coup d'œil à travers le temps
Comme le passé ou le présent qui rédige l'existence
Je gouverne cet enfer
Intronisé pour l'éternité

Les anneaux du serpent se déroulent
Enterré sous toi, tu trouvera
Au fond des couloirs de la mort
L'esprit dans le noir pour toujours

Les esprits condamnés à pourrir
Parmi les feux des charniers
Les yeux des morts
Regardent de leur résidence
Des éclats de verre
Reflétant ta propre chair dévorée
Au-delà des portes, je t'emporterais
Où le sang pleut pour toujours

Les anneaux du serpent se déroulent
Enterré sous toi, tu trouvera
Au fond des couloirs de la mort
l' esprit dans noir pour toujours
 

Solo: Hanneman

Les anneaux du serpent se déroulent
Enterré sous toi, tu trouvera
Au fond des couloirs de la mort
L'esprit dans noir pour toujours

Confessions après la mort
Dis-moi qui tu étais
Regarde cela comme un miracle
Quand je te montre que c'était moi
Qui brûlait de l'intérieur
Tu sais qu'une étincelle suffisait
Ecoute les cris stridents de tout ceux
Qui ont trouvé cet enfer qui t'attend

Tu vis dans un cauchemar. Ne vois-tu pas
Que tu n'as vraiment pas le choix
Des souvenirs estompés te hantent
Écoute attentivement ma voix
Nourris-moi de toute ta haine
Abandonne-moi toutes tes pensées
Je peux combler ce vide en toi
Par l'immortalité...

Solo: King
Bienvenue dans mon monde
Implique-toi dans mon rêve
Fait l'expérience d'une vie
Que même ton esprit ne peut concevoir
Jète un coup d'œil à travers le temps
Comme le passé ou le présent qui rédige l'existence
Je gouverne cet enfer
Intronisé pour l'éternité

Expendable Youth
Paroles: Araya
Musique: King

Gun down cold on a raw deal
Home turf my battlefield
In no one's way caught in a crossfire
Stray bullets can kill

Expendable youths
Fighting for possession
Having control... a principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution
 

Inured soul lies on the ground
Head blown off face down
Lying in a pool of blood
An accidental death homicide

Expendable youths
Fighting for possession
Having control... a principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution

Fight ring you motherfucker

Solo: Hanneman, King

Struggling to survive
The drug induced warfare
To have control... and principle obsession
Expendable youth fighting for possession
Violence is only a friend

Expendable youths
Fighting for possession
Having control... a principle obsession
Rivalry and retribution
Death the only solution

Ce titre traite de la rivalité entre gangs à Los Angeles, rivalité débouchant de plus en plus souvent sur des morts d'hommes. Et le pire est que de nombreux innocents se trouvent impliqués. Si les gangs ne faisaient que s'entretuer, ce serait leur problème - ils sont de toute façon impossibles à raisonner - mais il leur arrive fréquemment de tuer des personnes étrangères à leurs querelles, et ça, ce n'est pas acceptable.

Dead Skin Mask
Paroles: Araya
Musique: Hanneman

 How I've waited for you to come
 I've been here all alone
 Now that you've arrived
 Please stay a while
 And I promise I won't keep you long
 I'll keep you forever... forever... ever... ...

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
Provocative images delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon
 

Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same

Solos: King, Hanneman, King, Hanneman

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

Dance with the dead in my dreams
    Hello! Hello Mr Gein!
Listen to their hallowed screams
    Mr Gein?
The dead have taken my soul
    Lemme out of here Mr Gein!
Temptation's lost all control
    Mr Gein? I don't wana play anymore
    Mr Gein

Dance with the dead in my dreams
    Mr Gein, it's not any fun anymore!
Listen to their hallowed screams
    I d'ont wanna play anymore Mr Gein
The dead have taken my soul
    Mr Gein? Lemme out of here Mr Gein!
Temptation's lost all control
    Lemme out, LemmeEE OOOUUUTTT!!!

Un nom évocateur pour ce titre qui s'inspire d'un fait réel. Il s'agit d'un serial-killer comme on les appelle maintenant. C'est en fait basé sur la vie d'un fermier du Wisconsin, mort en 83 ou 84, qui vivait retiré au plus profond de la campagne. Il a su éviter tout contact avec quiconque pendant plus de 30 ans.

Les seules personnes qu'il ait rencontrées sont celles qu'il a kidnappées, égorgées ou massacrées. Il s'appelait Ed Gein et il avait la douteuse habitude de découper les cadavres et d'accrocher les organes sur les murs de sa maison. Par ailleurs, il lui est arrivé d'arracher la peau du visage de ses victimes et de l'appliquer sur son propre visage, comme un masque.
 
 

High velocity bullet at close range
Can damage the mind
Shattering the skull shredding the brain
Severing the spine

Bury a round of lead in the chest
It's quite an impression
Imagine the innards of your soul
The infliction
 

Instinctive regression
With intent to kill
No regard of human life
Or the blood spilled

Solo: Hanneman

Riddled convulsions
Confetti of flesh
Scattered helplessly
Losting your control of physical
Facilities

Release the slide to cleanse inside
Prepare to anoint
Snap the tongue in the groove discharge
To make my hallowed point

Instinctive regression
With intent to kill
No regard of human life
Or the blood spilled

The power of a gun
Used with conviction
Disperesed on excursions
Randomly kills its victims

my sweet revenge
Bitter in depression
The thrilling release
Of a hatred deep persuasion

Solo: King

The power of a gun
Used with conviction
Diffused compulsions
Unending repercussions

Violent emotion
Screaming revolution
Spasmic convulsions
Death an empty gun

Solos: Hanneman, King

Skeletons of Society
Paroles: King
Musique: King

Minutes seem like days
Since fire ruled the sky
The rich became the beggars
And the fools became the wise
Memories linger in my brain
Of burning from the acid rain
A pain I never have won
 

Nothing here remains
No future and no past
No one could foresee
The end that came so fast
Hear the prophet make his guess
That paradise lies to the west
So join his quest for the sun

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Solo: Hanneman

The world slowly decays
Destruction fills my eyes
Harboring the image
Of a spiraling demise
Burning winds release their fury
Simulating judge and jury
Drfiting flurries of pain

Deafening silence reigns
As twilight fills the sky
Eventual supremacy
As daylight waits to die
Darkness always calls my name
A pawn in this recurring game
Humanity going insane

Shades of death are all I see
Skeletons of society

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Fragments of what used to be
Skeletons of society

Solos: King, Hanneman

Minutes seem like days
Corrosion fills the sky
Morbid dreams of anarchy
Brought judgment in disguise
Memories linger in my brain
Life with nothing more to gain
Perpetual madness remains

Shades of death are all I see
Skeletons of society

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Fragments of what used to be
Skeletons of society

Traite de l'avenir de l'humanité devant les risques de pollution atmosphériques et les dangers de l'environnement moderne.
 
 

Have you ever felt the need            Have you...
To see more than you can see      To see...
Look into uncertainty              Look into...
Reflections of treachery           Reflections...
Would you leave the world behind     Would you...
Endless life is here to find        Endless life...
Can I interest you in lies          Can I...
Sell your soul for all it buys      Sell your...

Play with your insanity
Shatter your reality
Pulsing in your blood
 

I can satisfy your greed           I can...
For now all your debts are free For now...
I have all eternity                     I have all...
To quench all the death I breed To quench...
Recreate the rules of play        Recreate...
From now things are done my way  From now...
None have ever won my game None have...
Crucified them all in flames      Crucified them...

Play with your insanity
Shatter your reality
Pulsing in your blood

Solo: King

Have you ever danced with the devil
His temptation ever summoned you
Ever penned your name in blood
Let possession slowly swallow you
When you stand under full moonlight
The attraction mesmerizes you
Have you ever wondered why
It seems that evil you're attracted to

Reach out to my hand
Step back in time's sand
Genetic wasteland
Far beyond death

Join in my quest to leave life overturned
Spanning the world wave of doom
Spewing out death with the evil I've churned
Awaken the dead from their tomb
Love turns to lust the sensations I've felt
Exploring the pleasures of sin
Making the best of the cards I've been dealth
Adjusting the odds so I win

Unleash all my burning wrath
Potential killing machine
Take down all who block my path
Enjoying all that's obscene...born of fire

Prince of all darkness initiation
Ritually baptized in flames
Next to the throne my abomination
Spreads horror throughout the domain
Master the art that controls the impure
Inherit the infamous keys
Thousands of centuries I will endure
Tyrant of all the prophecies

Some have called me Satan's son
A name I cannot deny
Wielding fury that's second to none
Far too vile to confine...born of fire

Solo: Hanneman

All things dead must rise again
When twilight's blanket falls
Splattered red you'll find my den
Blood dripping from the walls

Dreams born of desire
Shaped and forged within the fire
Twisted, warped, deranged I see
The world's corrupt insanity

Solo: King

Dreams possess nightmarish figures
Burning can't escape the embers
Lost are those who trust the Liar
Satan's son... I'm born of  FIRE...

Solo: King

Razors edge
Outlines the dead
Incisions in my head
Anticipation the stimulation
To kill the exhilaration

Close your eyes
Look deep in your soul
Step outside yourself
And let your mind go
Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die

Close your eyes
And forget your name
Step outside yourself
And let your throughts drain
As you go insane... go insane

Innate seed
To watch you bleed
A demanding physical need
Desecrated eviscerated
Times perpetuated

Close your eyes
Look deep in your soul
Step outside yourself
And let your mind go
Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die

Close your eyes and forget your name
Step outside yourself and let your thoughts drain
As you go insane... go insane

Solos King, Hanneman

Inert flesh
A bloody tomb
A decorated splatter brightens the room
An execution a sadist ritual
Mad intervals of mind residuals

Close your eyes
Look deep in your soul
Step outside yourself
And let your mind go
Frozen eyes stare deep in your mind as you die

Close your eyes and forget your name
Step outside yourself and let your thoughts drain
As you go insane... go insane...