For Death, Glory and the End of the World

Everybody calls him "The Ox" He's a man of fifty thousands strong You won't ever find such a rider For miles and miles around An example for the nation Six and a half feet of muscle and sheer determination They say he once rode a bull of twelve hundreds pounds. and had the beast tamed and sent down for the count I saw him bring down a calf in less than two minutes When he runs for president he'll sure get my vote When you can break in a bull you can sure enough break in the world.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

The sun is about to rise in the east Countless legions are stamping their feet Thousands of Huns, massed at the border, Ready to pay homage to their forefathers For death, glory and the end of the world They will march on the West and will lay down their terms Heads will be chopped off, kings be overthroned Blood will flow like water, flesh be scythed to the bone I've been fancying such devastation A good old carnage in the old fashion Quartering and rapes without distinction Like back in the days when we were fed to lions. Huns got their revenge I would do just the same If it was me sewing their jeans for thirty yuans a week.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

This is our last song We'll remember all of you, each and every one of you.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

In this day and age, Landmarks are wearing away Villains look exactly just like you How to recognize your friend from foe ? The bad guys are supposed to be mean, To have bad breath, rotten teeth and be ugly as sin But they are moving near unchallenged, shifty as sharks Ready to make off with your savings, peace of mind and wife. Mine just left me for one of these bandits My mortgage will follow her at pretty short notice What does my banker have that i don't, Besides a good appearance and a couple of millions ?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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We don't like strangers much around here, Neither do we stand nor tolerate any prowlers near There have been five untoward accidents last year Strangers just like you in the dark were mistaken for thieves We have been working hard with our own bare hands To built a virtuous town out of this dusty land The bold pioneers here know how to defend their possessions What God fails to protect is watched by Smith & Wesson Life has told us to worship our guns At least as equally as our Lord and Christ

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Girls they call me Hulk the Handsome If they've time to pronounce my name before they come I am Stupendous Man, I am the God of fuck. Do you plan to loose a pound or two ? Do you want to get rid of adipose tissue ? Please spend the night in my fuckpad It's hotter here than downtown Baghdad You'll loose more weight in twenty minutes Than with the local fitness season ticket I've been working on every muscle It's been a lifelong and faithful battle My body has been carved into a fucking machine I've sculpted every inch of it after Henry Rollins First Gymnasium, now Solarium, yum-yum ! I need to book my cancer before sanatorium.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

My forefathers first set foot on this ground In 1851 without a cent in their hand They sailed for many weeks from the old continent From places which ain't even worth remembering They were the third wave of our mighty pioneers Those who conquered the west with neither rest nor fear They ran into redskins and into rattlesnakes And they wasted all vermin that was blocking the way. My father he was a man of courage and pride He fought for liberty in two different wars, Came back from pointless countries with beautiful scars He killed for freedom, democracy and low-priced gallons He passed on to us endless credit and wireless connection. Do we really have to start it all over again ?

Is there anyone out there, who can help me out with a couple dollars I badly need a drink, I'm losing track of Jesus Christ. I can't let him out of my sight Need to sit at his right hand until I die Share his famous bottomless wine, Which slakes all thirsts, so will it slake mine? I hardly see you in this fuzziness Are you still there, my pal Jesus ? Or is that you, my old Bacchus ? I need to stick with my Holy Fellow Take the same cab than him back home Cause he may well walk on water But no way he can on this much beer I think I can feel his warmness inside again But in fact I just have once more wet my pants I can't let him out of my sight Need to sit at his right hand until I die Share his vintage bottomless wine, Which quenches all souls, so will it quench mine? Help me out I can't stand up Please reach out for my hand, my Savior? I'm sorry I used up all my forgiveness vouchers.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025