W:O:A Acoustic Clash – The Lockdown Session
A short man from Texas, a man of the wild Thrown into combat where bodies lie piled Hides his emotions, his blood's running cold Just like his victories, his story unfolds Bright a white light If there'd be any glory in war Let it rest on men like him Dead men will never come back Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where Hell's six feet deep That death does wait there's no debate So charge and attack Going to Hell and back A man of the 15th a man of can do Friends fall around him and yet hе came through Let them fall facе down if they must die Making it easier to say goodbye Bright a white light If there'd be any glory in war Let it rest on men like him Who went to Hell and came back Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers sleeps And where Hell's six feet deep That death does wait there's no debate So charge and attack Going to Hell and back Oh, gather round me And listen while i speak Of a war where Hell is six feet deep And all along the shore Where cannons still roar They're haunting my dreams They are still there when I sleep Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers sleeps And where Hell's six feet deep That death does wait there's no debate He charge and attack He went to Hell and back
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Mar 27, 2026
Can you feel that? Ah, shit Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel (Will you give in to me?) It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me (Will you give in to me?) Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes (oh no) There is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me I can see inside you, the sickness is rising Don't try to deny what you feel (Will you give in to me?) It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me (Will you give in to me?) It seems you're having some trouble In dealing with these changes Living with these changes (oh no) The world is a scary place Now that you've woken up the demon in me Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me (And when I dream) (And when I dream) (And when I dream) And when I dream! No mommy, don't do it again Don't do it again I'll be a good boy I'll be a good boy, I promise No mommy don't hit me Why did you have to hit me like that, mommy? Don't do it, you're hurting me Why did you have to be such a bitch Why don't you Why don't you just fuck off and die Why can't you just fuck off and die Why can't you just leave here and die Never stick your hand in my face again bitch Fuck you! I don't need this shit You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore Would you like to see how it feels mommy? Here it comes, get ready to die Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness Madness has now come over me
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Mar 27, 2026
Let's get ready to rumble Feel the fire, he's entering the ring His mind set only knows how to win This Danish fighter will break you in two You will feel all his power The Viking Warrior Mikkel Kessler will now brand his name In the back of your head, yeah, you feel the floor again Unleashing his hell, you will not even hear the bell Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance Feel the power of the warrior (Fight, fight, fight, fight) Let's get ready to rumble (Fight, fight, fight, fight) Breaking the record and breaking your bones Born a Warrior with a code The champion feeding your face with a fist You will feel all his power The Viking Warrior Mikkel Kessler will now brand his name In the back of your head, yeah, you feel the floor again Unleashing his hell, you will not even hear the bell Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance Feel the power of the warrior (Fight, fight, fight, fight) Let's get ready to rumble (Fight, fight, fight, fight) A gladiator's left hand hook (Fight, fight, fight, fight) Feel the pain tomorrow Behold, here comes the son Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one The call is for a warrior His name will echo on the sea and on the ground Feel the fire, he's entering the ring His mind set only knows how to win This Danish fighter will break you in two You will feel all his power The Viking Warrior Mikkel Kessler will now brand his name In the back of your head, yeah, you feel the floor again Unleashing his hell, you will not even hear the bell Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance Feel the power of the warrior (Fight, fight, fight, fight) Let's get ready to rumble (Fight, fight, fight, fight) A gladiator's left hand hook (Fight, fight, fight, fight) Feel the pain tomorrow Behold, here comes the son Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one The call is for a warrior His name will echo on the sea and on the ground
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Mar 27, 2026
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh The horse he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The scrеams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodiеs that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We were meant to fight another day Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow The burst of rounds takes my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Mar 27, 2026