Die For War (12" Single)

by The Saviour

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paul rote This band is such a trip ! Demented old school doom in the Witchfinder General vein. Hey it's not for everyone , but I sure am digging them !
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Single that contains tracks from upcoming LP. Judgement day is near...

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released July 28, 2016

I give credit to Ghost B.C. who pisses me off that much that i have create a song about them fools

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Track Name: Die For War
Soldiers of USSR marchin' on streets to the fightful night
Soldiers of USSR exchanging a victory for theyr lives

Bullets are flying and people are dying, defending theyr motherland
Somekind of illusion and mental confusion, they fight for a last man stand
Destruction and horror, you kill by the order those leaders who hides in outside
Surviving and suffer for hope, that the after your death peace will spreads worldwide

Soldiers of USSR sceaming in pain while they fight for light
Soldiers of USSR give theyr lifes and no question why

Nazi Germania, the wicked fantasia to rule and control the world
They rapin' they women, enslaving theyr childrens, change everything that you've know
No different races or unwanted faces they buildin' utopia
Thru sieze and possession, delightful obsession to live in euphoria

Twenty one century, we see that enventually a million of people have died
Still building memorials and makin' tutorials about those who give theyr lifes
But honor those statues the way that you all choose to blindly respect them death
So erring and mindlessly, you contemporaneously respecting the war itself
Track Name: Life Is Pain / Born To Die (16' Sessions)
Look at the sky, sun is have to rise
But with this sun is have to rise my pain
Another day of agony my eyes
Is all in tears, im crying again

Inside my sould is void and grim
So cruel and vicious pointless scene

My hands are warm, but it is not for long
Those feels are gone, im dead inside
And everything i love is turn to dust and wrong
I was to you, im rotting with no light

Why all this pain in every live?
I guess we all is born to die

Born to die

Cant you see my friend, we are born die
Fooling yourselfs with joy and fun
Thousands of diseases you will never ever hide
From those who hunt, but still you run

Millions of people dying from day after day
Dies by the sword or those invisible pains
You live only once but suffer a hundred of times
Is this a reason continue this meanless sick life

Dont you see my love, we are born to die?
Shoud we avoid our moments of joy?
People hates each other, killing and drowning in lie
United under the flags of death and destroy
Track Name: The Conqueror Worm feat. Zack Wylde (Glass Prism cover)
Lo! ’t is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly -
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!

That motley drama - oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self - same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out - out are the lights - out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
Track Name: Ghost B.C. is Bunch of Posers
Spineless people with no name
Dressed like clowns, to entertain
Singing songs about satan, spread those fairy tales
They pretend to be a doom but definitely fails

Circus come in your town, rejoice and have fun
Mummery full of clowns so pallid and wan
Brainwashin' those masses, they digital souls
You are phony and fake sellout dolls

Commercial jesters on parade
They invite all lost souls on theyr masquerade
They bury art in dirt with the selfish thoughts in mind
Killing art, killing feels, killing music we design

Circus come in your town, rejoice and have fun
Mummery full of clowns so pallid and wan
Brainwashin' those masses, they digital souls
Never you be able to write riffs just like this