Rebel Extravaganza
Satyricon lyrics
Satyricon lyrics
"Filthgrinder Lyrics"
The Troubles Lyrics
Well hush my children don't you cry The troubles will soon all be over The tears that swell in every eye Will fall to the ground and bring clover The
Well hush my children don't you cry The troubles will soon all be over The tears that swell in every eye Will fall to the ground and bring clover The
Filthgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner
Unknown to remorse and pity
Cynical, electric fuckin murderer
What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the
Unholy Alliance and the white fear
Take a look around and understand, (that) your day's are numbered
The demon on the Wall and the ticking clock
Closing in (on that final) grasp for a
Two Minutues For Looking So Good Lyrics
On the ice he's me favorite player, ten goals a season The game won't be the same Made the trade, they sent him to Philly...we're the reason He'll never play here ag
ir, do you still believe?On the ice he's me favorite player, ten goals a season The game won't be the same Made the trade, they sent him to Philly...we're the reason He'll never play here ag
The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years
Reach out for mercy, it's just a bygone away
Filthgrinder - practise aggression
Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the Elite
Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly
Trueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yours
Like in days of old
?N? sitter garantert gutta fra ?Verbal Essences? og gutta fra ?Ridderne av det Norske Hus? de sitter garantert og h?rer p? n? v?ttu. S? da sier vi hei p? dere?? Du veit jo
To be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken
You don't believe, you know!
He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard
Yeah!
The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itself
The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy
Evil knows no good, good knows no evil
But a sa
Shaka Doobie (The Limit) Lyrics
Walk out the bedroom Into the light Cant sleep cause mornings come Cant sleep all night Burned out on the TV set Burned outa sex I aint tr
viour he is in all forms, but religiousWalk out the bedroom Into the light Cant sleep cause mornings come Cant sleep all night Burned out on the TV set Burned outa sex I aint tr
A grand engine carrying years of built up hatred
And Powers, you know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?
Your heart trying to rip it's way through your chest
Filthgrinder a beastified being risen from the collective
Hatred of an oppressed people
A people representing pride, dignity and honour!