All Hell Breaks Loose
Album - 30 maggio 2000 - Debaser id 285105

Mad Butcher
A fire is burning in his eyes
his brain is in war and the evil will rise
his blood is black, it's scalding hot
now he's got to ramble,
he knows that's his destiny

[CHORUS:]
Through the Blackstreets of the town
his steps are clanging
now he's wanton, oh he's panting
in his hand a blade of solid steel
now it's the time you got to feel

Mad Butcher
He feels his driving, satifaction he needs
he's watching you pussy, he will get his food
and when he arises you think it's a lover
but he likes strange pratices, you'll discover

You lie on your bed, your view real seems great
but instead of his prick,
he's drawing his blade
oh he's so tender, when he makes love to you
that you couldn't stand it,
it's a pitty for you

The fire in our eyes still burns
Longer than this tasteless planet turns
We've been fightin' on the darker side
The keeper of darkness is our guide

The end is near no you can pray
Dead men tell no fuckin' tales
Death and destruction but we'll stay
The poor believing mankind fails

Our evil preed prepared their meal really well
The fast food society right now can't tell
The suicide solution to escape our might
Won't help your soul to get out of sight

The end is near so you can pray ....

All hell breaks loose
You've got no choice
Cause you're just Satan's toys
All hell breaks loose
You've got no choice
Cause you follow his voice

With open arms we wait for those,
Who didn't choose to pray and pose
The legions of black will scream out their hails
The principle of all religions fails

You've fallen in missgrace,
You've been praying since you've been told
The deal with god is to believe to get old
You've been kneeling, hoping and begging for relief
Now your life will steal away like a thief

But on your soul are black marks and it fakes,
We got you on our side, you made too many mistakes,
You've suffered all your life to be a good guy
A big fucking lie - burn in hell

As a little boy he played strange games
No toy he ever touched
But when nobody looked his body cooked
In his soul were burning flames

Oh my son I see your talent
Waiting for such guys like you
Satan´s in his throne
In his dark damned doom
His help he´ll surely send

Oh little mouse, where is your head
Do you want something instead
Now little bird you see my blade
Now you see I know my trade
Tormentor

He's the master in his own four walls
Lives a life in fun
Cause his only joy
Is a living toy
Somebody to cut off

Oh bloody body, where´s your head
Can´t find it in this mess
Misused life I can´t stand it
But I´ll have success
Tormentor