Song | METAL |
Artist | Deathstars |
Album | The Greatest Hits On Earth |
The wounds are bleeding from desperate cuts | |
it's been flooding for days | |
The heart is fighting to save the last breath | |
Human oil on highways. | |
Metal, metal | |
The blade is thirsting for the juice of mankind | |
it's been drinking for days. | |
The chainsaws roar deep inside of god. | |
The blood fills the ashtrays. | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
Metal, metal | |
The lambs are sleeping on a field of black flames | |
A club held for the whores | |
The taste of flesh is the pleasures of doom | |
Benzine burns on our shores | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
And when the west turn to east we'll feast. | |
Then we'll find beauty in the pleasures of the beast. | |
Teach the slaves to bring me power | |
I'm gonna teach about dark, | |
I'm gonna teach about night | |
The destroyed city will burn from the loins of this fight | |
Teach the slaves to bring me power | |
I'm gonna teach about dark, | |
I'm gonna teach about night | |
A perfect slave will kiss the white lips of the night. | |
I´m gonna kiss the night | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
Metal | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
Metal | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
And when the west turn to east we'll feast. | |
Then we'll find beauty in the pleasures of the beast. |
The wounds are bleeding from desperate cuts | |
it' s been flooding for days | |
The heart is fighting to save the last breath | |
Human oil on highways. | |
Metal, metal | |
The blade is thirsting for the juice of mankind | |
it' s been drinking for days. | |
The chainsaws roar deep inside of god. | |
The blood fills the ashtrays. | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
Metal, metal | |
The lambs are sleeping on a field of black flames | |
A club held for the whores | |
The taste of flesh is the pleasures of doom | |
Benzine burns on our shores | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
And when the west turn to east we' ll feast. | |
Then we' ll find beauty in the pleasures of the beast. | |
Teach the slaves to bring me power | |
I' m gonna teach about dark, | |
I' m gonna teach about night | |
The destroyed city will burn from the loins of this fight | |
Teach the slaves to bring me power | |
I' m gonna teach about dark, | |
I' m gonna teach about night | |
A perfect slave will kiss the white lips of the night. | |
I m gonna kiss the night | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
Metal | |
I want to spit it out damn damn damn crush doom | |
Metal | |
The shots are ringing out damn damn damn crush boom. | |
And when the west turn to east we' ll feast. | |
Then we' ll find beauty in the pleasures of the beast. |