Strike Master
Album • 2011
This track is instrumental.
So you think you are way to cool for school? Singing about death chaos and violence you´ve never lived Let me put your ass in to the ground A dirty ground of power, death and money never prophesied Favelas, barrios and warzones We improved our death fields that can make them look like Disneyland Not a pride but our sad reality Just come by and let me say "mi casa es su casa" brother Mexicans don't need singing about radiation Nuclear mutation or toxic sickness bullshit Our methods go more personal and much romantic Fuck you up with a machete and an AK 47 It's silver or lead! Tons of money or tons of bullets silver or lead Once got used get disposed Cousin Nacho riding in the mountains Doing sort of things making baby Jesus cry Once inside there is not a way out Not only he´ll pay but his whole family ´ll get mummified 15 men commando break in nightclub All the bills are free you can ask for any liquor glass Just hold on, nothings free in this life If they like your girl she will get ceremonially abused We all still can fight em down!
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
Things are turning for the worst Death is what killed our unborn child We don't chose or day of birth, neither choose our way of dying Escaping from reality to fade in to oblivion Things are turning for the worst Worse than casket needs a corpse Disillusion´s automatic, massive graves grow systematic Fighting against nature not to be another helpless outcast Death, death will be what kill´s us Death, death will be what kill´s us Death, death will be what kill´s us Death, death will be what kill´s us Things are turning to an end Delivering a good looking corpse Accepting finalization, taking it as compensation We were dead since our very embryonic transformation!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Mother hyena Burn the teddy bear Soulless progenitor Suffocate a life in a rush for a hush Dark assassination Heinous execution Better find a bag for little angel's suffocation Surrender to the void Perform a vicious outburst The only way to keep it quiet is to squeeze the life out from it Family... will have.. a little box funeral Media... will cover... on a genius headline Guardian angel... has failed on a protective task Baby and his mother hyena, public light infanticide Public light, infanticide, on a bag, dumped in the river In the darkest night With the pipe on crack There's no chance, for a little one to have the right The right to a decent death To a peaceful fadeout end Brutality will take over a life on parent's hand After an illusion a surrealist illusion Reality will terrify and guilt will finally dominate Family... will have.. a little box funeral Media... will cover... on a genius headline Guardian angel... has failed on a protective task Baby and his mother hyena, public light infanticide On a cloudy summer night Suffocation of life Heavens can only cry Obscuration of life Maternal murderer tears of the coroner Parental evidence The smell of putrescence Family... will have.. a little box funeral Media... will cover... on a genius headline Guardian angel... has failed on a protective task Baby and his mother hyena, public light infanticide Public light, infanticide, on a bag, dumped in the river
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
Future always seemed so clear to me It turns in a dark highway at night We stand in an unknown territory Writing destiny as we move along I deposit my faith and my soul in the carnage of war My survival exists in the in the fists of a cyborg tonight Since ever the smell of the engines and oil on my soul Fire and power and powder for domination Soon to be a colossal catastrophe Even time will not cool off the blast pit Scenes of post apocalyptic magic I leave you an epic while complete my mission:
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Nothing is worser than someone who´s trust´s been betrayed and survived to grow stronger in anger Underestimation is fantastic weapon to do preparation on major scales for a substance revenge for the strongest of plans on the strongest of minds in the end of us all All better grab a cross and pray now you all have one foot in the grave From first to last the time has come sentenced to death sentenced to death Seasons must fear this monster You shall turn our way in fear Nothing can drown us deeper It's useless to comprehend Strike majestic, majestic strike It's a rancid revenge with substance and style No one will ever deny, bodies collapsed All hail the mightiest strike Is not a surprise and you all better not cry when you final moment it´s to be shot in the head The manifestation of violence in conduct has turned in to tactics and survival training for the green light to go on the final command when the master decides to end the light of your life You know who you are you know the time to run and hide is to be for real Just can't deny he´ll make a way to find the place to give you death Seasons must fear this monster You shall turn our way in fear Nothing can drown us deeper It's useless to comprehend Strike majestic, majestic strike It's a rancid revenge with substance and style No one will ever deny, bodies collapsed All hail the mightiest strike
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
A nasty lame fucker just got off from bed after days Its 16:35 in the evening and cum on this clothes Not any decency in washing up teeth in a week Farthing and masturbate skinny institutional freak Call him my best friend first time marihuana on his roof Soldiers forever in super adventure back yard Who fucking knows what that brain has came up with today Nothing compares when he ate his grandmothers remains The final insult the mega freak No honor seeking but beer and chips The sexual wisdom of a mental fail Society´s punishment the bill to pay Fully armed fortress for this nosferatu to live Chemicals, alcohol, fireworks and industrial gear The enormous freedom to build any bizarre machine 10,000 Frankensteins were born and killed in that pit Academically awful dangerous for economy Sexually wrong and undisciplined with his ass and dick To finish this all up the queen of his hearth is a bitch The ultimate parasite manifests Mexican style The final insult the mega freak No honor seeking but beer and chips The sexual wisdom of a mental fail Society´s punishment the bill to pay
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
senseless violence brains slammed in the floor a restless persecution, to brutalize on the reflexive answer never to mess with blessed with madness malnourished soldier. Made to order maddening repressive requisition to march in the line. Kill at pro death will winged aggressor reckoning at midnight. Armed with a .50 caliber broke glass, lone night, a midnight dancer. Lock and load prepare cross the line you will receive some fire. Full combat awaits hellish units, long haired drunk men. Guns and alcohol Talking with sadism my name is violence! dreaming with death and I'm thrashing the blind school thrashing the blind school cyclonic striker to crash into heaves, negative revenge unblessed bible, have sex on the altar, do you really give a fuck nightmare chasing on a high speed hell race. I only live to die serve yourself, the dinner is set with a corpse and blood red wine Talking with sadism my name is violence! dreaming with death and I'm thrashing the blind school thrashing the blind school a close reflection to a bombed sponge mind, brain infection and a mass perversion, my war is based on self education, atrocity comes to be my self salvation to reactivate the guillotine redemption deaf ears to diplomatic conversation to still some throats it is my presentation genocide you all have invitation thrashing the blind school!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
I imagine myself existing free, living in a place I'm not forced to my destiny Floating endlessly into immense space, turned into a precious rock no one´s meant to see it's bright Here it comes again, fade out the lights, sharpen the knife and lock off every awful thought Violent fantasies! Torture scenarios, humiliation and shame turn my mind in black And it has no name, a rush of confusion, dreaming while being wake and living while being asleep Dangerous to myself, and worse to my environment no one´s to know what my plan it shall finally be Yes I love weapons, and strength to resist, only thing scary is subconscious is turning real Don't be alarmed, it's only depression but try not being surprised I´ve already doomed my life On a strange movie film, no day and no night, heavy breath smell the smoke from the engine of life Something went wrong, unknown to us all, factory of horror is working with no control Now how to stop? Ideas anyone? Brutality doomed us to practice the worst of crimes Blood retribution and vengeances all, same rules for anyone slaughtering innocent one Our final stage or it just began? The actual formula is dooming our life away Dust on the rifle, dust on the past, dusty remembrances to tell us we fucked our chance I imagine myself existing free, living in a place I'm not forced to my destiny Floating endlessly into immense space, turned into a precious rock no one´s meant to see its bright
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
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