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Whiskey Ritual
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Current | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) (2008-present) |
Member(bands): Hagzissa, Stormnatt (live), Inner, Selbstentleibung, Fearbringer (live), Surge Assault (live), CandleLight | |
Asher | Drums (2008-present) |
Member(bands): Caronte, Domina Noctis, Forgotten Tomb, Tulpa, Willow at Moon, Kirlian Camera, Dunkel Nacht, Nocturnal Depression (live), Congregation of Misery, Psycho ’78 | |
A. | Guitars (lead) (2008-present) |
Member(bands): Inner (live), Forgotten Tomb | |
Dorian Bones | Vocals (2008-present) |
Member(bands): Caronte, Speed Dragons, The Wraiths Orchestra | |
H. Desecrator | Guitars (rhythm) (2015-present) |
Member(bands): From the Depth | |
Mitja | Bass (2019-present) |
Member(bands): Browbeat, Distruzione, Beggars On Highway | |
Past | |
Azog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Member(bands): Domina Noctis, Tulpa, Fog, Willow at Moon, Arcana Liturgia, Dunkel Nacht, Forgotten Tomb (live), Psyco ’7B | |
Current (Live) | |
Alessandro Coletta | Guitars (lead) (2018-present) |
Member(bands): Exhaustus, Mother Augusta, Tulpa, Nocturnal Depression (live), Morbid Upheaval, Uncreation | |
Past (Live) | |
Lady De Murderdog | Guitars |
Member(bands): Detestor | |
Alessandro Cattani | Guitars (rhythm) (2013-?) |
Member(bands): From the Depth |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Black’n’Roll | EP | 2009 | Show album |
2 | In Goat We Trust | Full-length | 2010 | Show album |
3 | A Tribute to GG Allin | Split | 2011 | Show album |
4 | Narconomicon | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
5 | Blow with the Devil | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
6 | Black Metal Ultras | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
7 | Worms, Blood & Pills | Split | 2019 | Show album |
Black’n’Roll
Members | |
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Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
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1. | Whiskey Ritual | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
We are dirty, ugly and fat We are the worst gang from hell and when you talk about what’s true or not and when you talk I play, drink and say: I can’t hear you talk about what’s true or not please turn your back and fuck off please turn your back and die with the rest you know we are the best Oh, I’m waiting to die Oh, Whiskey a go-go tonight We are true and we don’t care now you remember what’s the old school when you see us you know it’s real your bands sucks give us some fear |
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2. | Black’n’Roll | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
In my home hear this sound that you call grim fucking cold black’n’roll whiskey around full moon down screams and blood and my sluts and my rage it’s the same too many nights devils was by my side in my home hear this sound play it loud grim fucking cold black’n’roll drugs, filth, fog unfaithful hopes we have no future we ain’t got a home satan spawn, cruelty and cold so scream with me grim and fucking cold black’n’roll |
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3. | Into the Fog | 05:58 | |
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In Goat We Trust
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 17th, 2010 | Lo-Fi Creatures | CD | Digipak | |
May 17th, 2010 | Lo-Fi Creatures | 12" vinyl | Limited edition | |
2015 | AOP Records | CD | ||
2016 | AOP Records | AOP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Guest/Session | |
Azog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Lady De Murderdog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Apollyon | Vocals (track 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black’n’Roll | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
In my home hear this sound that you call grim fucking cold black’n’roll whiskey around full moon down screams and blood and my sluts and my rage it’s the same too many nights devils was by my side in my home hear this sound play it loud grim fucking cold black’n’roll drugs, filth, fog unfaithful hopes we have no future we ain’t got a home satan spawn, cruelty and cold so scream with me grim and fucking cold black’n’roll |
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2. | In Goat We Trust | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Once upon a time the straight the craft were law in the temple of Satan and our knowledge reing in blood in goat we trust trought the black flames of my heart in goat we trust and the dark flags of your thoughts in goat we trust kill your glory of this new rise in goat we trust the heroes come quitely the horns play the calling the mage in front of we will destroy all this world and the methatron wait the pray in goat we trust the revenge of the losers in goat we trust and the outcasts in goat we trust armageddon is near for us in goat we trust satan never fall on earth in goat we trust no woma alive, no old man survive the new order is young, proud and dark in the temple of Satan Belzebuth call the luck for the prouds. |
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3. | One Million | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
The devil’s cum it’s all around here come see my boat baphomet is my sailor, you know!? too many times to find my way, my rotten life is on a boat with a thousands of sluts, that’s right?! I build iron cages, I need their pain no clothes for the bitches and heroin in their veins and no meals or water, ya baby call me slaughter one million, one million one million dollars of bitches on one million, one million one million of sluts are on my boat one million, one million one million of ugly dolls one million, one million one million have got some coke?! when satan calls, I offer my world and I give my cock under the fucking sunshine for my god the route is wrong and I’m not alone my bitches scream in the cold the beauty is a dirty face and screams when it’s hears my name and the oceans, will be colored in red when the world will be condemned, I will be caront for my bitches in hell. |
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4. | Drunken Night | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
I can’t find my goat I can’t see this road I can’t find my slut Oh! I drunk too much Ya this devil’s dungeon it’s my brain, my grave bitches, drugs sellers push me away tonight yeah, I’m drunk baby! I’m a junky man I’m drunk lady! you want the future and I know that you want the law and I know that I fuck your God and you know that I hate you and tonight I fuck you baby yeah! Lucifer give me the strength you like to see me insane or do you like my lonely eye?! the morning takes my crimes Satan the light was red not white the devil at my side Satan I can’t explain my life. |
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5. | My Wind | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I travel through the worst places and die in the best way you can see my last smile on this grave I can’t stop getting out of this jail the Devil’s streets are my favourite games if you want some girls or crack call the king of the shit ready to smoke and fuck. Now the valley of death are too black, and my knowledge, never stops to recall I’ve lost everything in this world you can search in my words my kingdom, my hopes you can search in my songs my dedication to my lord mirror of silence, my night in the absence, I pray to my God I’m ready to fight againt the west winds I’m ready to die another time! Legions of Damned! and this is the fucking way to hell Satan lonely I search the reasons for my eternity Emperor! call the damned on my gravestone and drink something for me call the damned on my gravestone rape a queen on my throne. |
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6. | Mary Ann | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
Oh Mary Ann your wounds were the streets how many drugs we have bring together and our love will be dirty forever and your lips touch the demons and their fucking dreams Oh Mary Ann your scars were their fear and cry for another time with me Oh Mary Ann you live in the world of worms. |
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7. | Devil’s Street | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
We have no roots we don’t see any forests mountains or lagoons let me know fucking mage eh eh I’m ready to fuck, please give me some drugs this is my dungeon, heart of town! Devil’s streets, from devil to me Devil’s streets yeah baby I’m the king we have no roots we don’t see any storms, winds or woods throught broken bottles we walk, c’mon are you ready for the brawl!? torture squad were really proud no glory, no past under the sign of hell c’mon in this fucking decay you are welcome if you obey. |
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8. | Legione d’assenzio | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
Dormono le strade la notte risponde agli ultimi spettri, la vostra ora, è giunta! Ed ornati demoni arretrano al suono della marcia funesta nel vuoto e del nostro mancato perdono. e nel silenzio d’inverno una marcia si alza al cospetto, di un inferno ormai spento. Oh legione, di eroi morenti tra mille inverni ed affanni, porta avanti da sempre l’oscurità che in ogni uomo alberga e predomina la mente troppo svegli per l’inferno avamposto delle avanguardie signori, a chi ha le strade lo scettro ed ogni vile si prostri al nostro cospetto ed ogni uomo di cuore prenda coscenza ed agisca, con fervore ed audacia. |
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9. | The Humans’ King | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Open the gates! I’ve awaken the furious flames and I wait for the lord C’mon prayers, I was born for war Into the eternity the throne of glory is mine! Stand up and fight ready to fuck those nights burn churches for whiskey and raise the sign of chaos ordes for the riches! Winds, storms, earthquakes I wait for my doom now it’s too late Oh lord please come My world, My war, My home are yours Open your wings Destroy all the dreams The humans’ king rides the west wind Cover me in gold and sand Soulphour and Frankincense Destroy this world in a desert storm and the uproar of your sing Echoes of hell on earth. |
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10. | Whiskey Ritual | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
We are dirty, ugly and fat We are the worst gang from hell and when you talk about what’s true or not and when you talk I play, drink and say: I can’t hear you talk about what’s true or not please turn your back and fuck off please turn your back and die with the rest you know we are the best Oh, I’m waiting to die Oh, Whiskey a go-go tonight We are true and we don’t care now you remember what’s the old school when you see us you know it’s real your bands sucks give us some fear, |
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43:39 |
A Tribute to GG Allin
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Band members | |
Forgotten Tomb | |
Algol | Bass |
Herr Morbid | Vocals (lead), Guitars |
Asher | Drums |
Whiskey Ritual | |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars |
Plague | Bass |
Andrea Artusi | Guitars (rhythm) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tumulash | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Forgotten Tomb - Expose Yourself to Kids (GG Allin cover) | 03:29 | Show lyrics |
Let’s fuck some kids, they can’t say no Molest them now before they grow Threaten them with oral sex Expose yourself to incest ’Cause it’s alright to expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Suck a little hairless crack Hold ’em down, they can’t fight back Watch ’em scream and cry with fear Fucking cunt don’t tell nobody dear ’Cause it’s alright to expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Alright, expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Say I’m a pervert, it’s OK Hey! Candy little girl? Walk my way, you fucking bitch Child abuse is on my mind Little fucking kids I’m soon to find But it’s alright, expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your cock in front of them and masturbate |
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2. | Forgotten Tomb - I Kill Everything I Fuck (GG Allin cover) | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
I’m infected with AIDS I fuck every day I kill everything I fuck I’m infected with AIDS I fuck every day I kill everything I fuck I fill you up with my disease Contaminate you with deadly needs My loaded cock is like a gun I’m a walking time bomb killing everyone DIE! I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I kill everything I fuck I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I kill everything I fuck Let me be your stiff hard fuck Cram your cunt with poisonous cock Your hairy cunt will be my aim Deadly penetration is my game DIE! I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday Drenched in my fluids you’ll never know I plant the seed of death untold Before I die, I hope I do Kill many more, as I’ve killed you DIE! I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I’m infected with AIDS |
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Side B | |||
3. | Whiskey Ritual - Die When You Die (GG Allin cover) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
The faggots with aids Are all gonna fry You stuck it up an ass Primate now were gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die If you’ve got cancer Then go fuckin die If you got aids Spread it around And take some lives Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die The kkk put the niggers out to die With the blackies burning I hope hes gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die I talked to my bitch Cuz she was a guy Talked to my man And she said your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die |
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4. | Whiskey Ritual - Bite It You Scum (GG Allin cover) | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
Well you want me to kiss your ass Well bend over, buddy, here comes my foot I don’t need your cry ass shit Temper’s rising, take a fit Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum Well you want me to contribute All I got is blood for you All you want is more and more Gluttony, you pig you whore Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum - I want your cum Bite it you scum - Um, yum Bite it you scum One day when your end is near I’ll be laughing at your fear When you’re gone there’ll be no one Who’ll be fucking up my fun - No one Bite it you scum Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum - I’m never gonna run Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it, bite it, bite it, bite it Bite it, bite it, bite it, bite it Bite it, bite it, bite it you fucking scum Bite it you scum fucking sucking whore |
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Disc 2 (CD) | |||
1. | Whiskey Ritual - Die When You Die (GG Allin cover) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
The faggots with aids Are all gonna fry You stuck it up an ass Primate now were gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die If you’ve got cancer Then go fuckin die If you got aids Spread it around And take some lives Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die The kkk put the niggers out to die With the blackies burning I hope hes gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die I talked to my bitch Cuz she was a guy Talked to my man And she said your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die Die when you die When you die your gonna die |
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2. | Whiskey Ritual - Bite It You Scum (GG Allin cover) | 04:06 | Show lyrics |
Well you want me to kiss your ass Well bend over, buddy, here comes my foot I don’t need your cry ass shit Temper’s rising, take a fit Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum Well you want me to contribute All I got is blood for you All you want is more and more Gluttony, you pig you whore Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum - I want your cum Bite it you scum - Um, yum Bite it you scum One day when your end is near I’ll be laughing at your fear When you’re gone there’ll be no one Who’ll be fucking up my fun - No one Bite it you scum Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum - I’m never gonna run Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it you scum - Here I come Bite it you scum Bite it you scum Bite it, bite it, bite it, bite it Bite it, bite it, bite it, bite it Bite it, bite it, bite it you fucking scum Bite it you scum fucking sucking whore |
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3. | Whiskey Ritual - Drink, Fight and Fuck (GG Allin cover) | 01:42 | Show lyrics |
We like to drink and party hard We’re not afraid to fight, we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Give me a bottle, Jack Daniels will do Stay out of my way I’m gonna flatten you Give me a girl, I don’t care who ’Cause drink, fight and fuck is what I’m gonna do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck We like to drink and party hard We’re not afraid to fight, and we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, just any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things that we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck |
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4. | Forgotten Tomb - Expose Yourself to Kids (GG Allin cover) | 03:29 | Show lyrics |
Let’s fuck some kids, they can’t say no Molest them now before they grow Threaten them with oral sex Expose yourself to incest ’Cause it’s alright to expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Suck a little hairless crack Hold ’em down, they can’t fight back Watch ’em scream and cry with fear Fucking cunt don’t tell nobody dear ’Cause it’s alright to expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Alright, expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Say I’m a pervert, it’s OK Hey! Candy little girl? Walk my way, you fucking bitch Child abuse is on my mind Little fucking kids I’m soon to find But it’s alright, expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Do it now before they grow up and it’s too late Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your cock in front of them and masturbate |
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5. | Forgotten Tomb - Gypsy Motherfucker (GG Allin cover) | 03:46 | Show lyrics |
To the cunt in Minnesota, I cracked your skull fuck you ’N in Chicago niggers tried to kill me, but you didn’t pull through Fuck you all in Philly, I was just too fast for you And all you fuckers in Boston, I got something up my ass for you Do me your doctor teller, motherfucker Don’t turn your back on me I’m a, I’m a motherfucker I cheat, I lie, I’ll destroy your life, I’m a motherfucker I’ll steal, I’ll rape, I’ll break your face, I’m a motherfucker I remember your vagina, little cunt in Carolina You all down in Texas way, you tried to stab me, no way In the wreck of the New Jersey ring, we stuck it to you You cried for us to stop, but we fucking raped you, you fucking cunt Call me trash, I’m a motherfucker I ain’t gonna kiss nobody’s ass, I’m a motherfucker I’m a slut, SCUM smelly faggot freak, I’m a motherfucker And I don’t fit in nobody’s scene, I’m a motherfucker |
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6. | Forgotten Tomb - I Kill Everything I Fuck (GG Allin cover) | 02:29 | Show lyrics |
I’m infected with AIDS I fuck every day I kill everything I fuck I’m infected with AIDS I fuck every day I kill everything I fuck I fill you up with my disease Contaminate you with deadly needs My loaded cock is like a gun I’m a walking time bomb killing everyone DIE! I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I kill everything I fuck I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I kill everything I fuck Let me be your stiff hard fuck Cram your cunt with poisonous cock Your hairy cunt will be my aim Deadly penetration is my game DIE! I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday Drenched in my fluids you’ll never know I plant the seed of death untold Before I die, I hope I do Kill many more, as I’ve killed you DIE! I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I’m infected with AIDS I fuck everyday I’m infected with AIDS |
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17:19 |
Narconomicon
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 22nd, 2012 | Lo-Fi Creatures | CD | ||
2013 | Night of the Vinyl Dead Records | NIGHT 151 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
Andrea Ponzoni | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Dullhan | Vocals (backing) (tracks 5, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlo Izzo | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Francesco Ragablia | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Alessia Leporati | Photography |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Forsaken Kings | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
A demonic essence Sells my spoils When Mephisto looks Through his black eyes My skull, my spirit are A great feast for my Lord Adonai Ordes from sewers marching on The hell’s riot will be my gravestone The crusaders will be burned by sluts This will be the night of the forsaken kings And the night becomes The spirits of the dead, overdose, knife or gold Are you ready for the flight We are: the misfits, the losers, the bitches One life, one way I die between the worms, the streets We are alone Get the night time, get the occult signs Are you ready for this way?! Lucifer calls, Lucifer calls From those deep dark roads Deadly revenge This is the end Those that like us have always screamed And you who never listened to This is the end It’s not a game You can’t choose to join |
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2. | Fin du siècle | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
There is a place where you can find the gray of your town beneath the smoke, the cement, under your home a heel where demons wander Without money, hungry and covered of the blackest star You are my stars! The guideline of my dissolute life Like the eagles work for your sons, Like the eagles work for food I saw Satan inside that alley, He was asking me for money, I saw Christ upside looking at the world I saw those men forgetting the sound heels make on the street Their wives skinny and sad, looking at the future like tigers Live fast and die young, cause this life belongs to me, I try hard with this band and I’m only going down I gave up! I gave up! I punched life in the face And she knocked me down Another god damned sunday I go on to have a place where to sleep No more dreams No more nothing Another good damned sunday Another god damned sunday We’ll live in the empirical With the eyes of those who have looked death in the eyes, We’ll stay silent ’till we die We’ll put together a new group of people, defeated With eyes of ice and shattered clothes Avoided by everyone, exiled The legion of anti-matter Another god damned sunday of work You talk about concerts and shows, But i gave up playing I gave up, I punched life in the face And she knocked me down, Another god damned sunday |
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3. | Lo-Fi Attitude | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
From Albania to Eastern Asia From Babilonia to italian mafia We are the cum of the universe Ready to fuck hard Elite, first division on stage Shut the fuck up We are drunk We got the guns Carry on the darkness And fuck the fans Slowly we riot Slowly go down Ooooooh we are back, back from The night like black ravens with tons of booze, unshaven Ooooooh yes it’s cocaine time my teeth are fucking anesthetized Ooooooh lo-fi life, class, attitude, black eyes coming soon Ooooooh blondes, red, black, tiny, yellow, fat, you are the bears of my bed Put the meat in the vegan’s salads Lost your favourite bands, Come in my car Listen the old not the clever Play loud and try to be the worst ever Don’t listen new bands, they always suck Don’t listen lo-fi creatures stuff, We spend yout money for drugs You know we are here to fuck you hard |
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4. | Buccaneers | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
All shall decay, when abandoned All shal decay, leaving Everything behind the shoulders Alone with few doses And behind us remains, stays to decay As buccaneers of the sleeping city, Sailing towards the unknown Buccaneers, with the blackest sound, truest, illest Sleepless nights, smell of death From the Sewers The grey misery breathers The eyes of whores inspire poets Everything decays and feeds death I cired Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat I cried and he said That here is worse than in Hell All shall decay, beautiful women, Dreams and heroes, Family, friends, streets, All shall decay The eye patch is to row against buccaneers, With the blackest sound, Truest, illest Rotten is an attitude, In the hands of the new chosen With sad eyes and no tomorrow With shitty jobs in a ten floor hell I cried Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat |
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5. | Over the Edge | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
Walk on the edge I come down and make your block become red Walk on the edge With a bunch of jerks dressed in black The party starts when you begin asking for help I smell your fear, your sweat, your blood I steal, I fuck, I squander all I fuck everything Your block turns into shit when they see me You search for Satan, It’s him who searches for me You search for Satan But he’s smoking brown with me Walk on the edge My mother, my wife Always crying Over the edge I wait for you when you die Walk on the edge Never on the line, always beyond Walk on the edge Watch me fall and fuck off! I drank all my dreams, and now I can’t remember why I live |
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6. | Bootleg in a Bootleg | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Welcome to the golden age of black metal Where you can find the weirdest shit Where you can find the weirdest crap Where the words rip off is more than fuck off Some bands have discovered more titles Wonderful idiots recording some show Bootleg in a bootleg I’m recording your show Bootleg in a bootleg I photocopied your mother too Bootleg in a bootleg You’re getting old Bootleg in a bootleg This is the old school My worst show ever on vinyl? It’s amazing! I called for Satan to ask him If that demo was original He told me he didn’t exist, That that label is faker than Christ For money and fame they print your fucking new album No contracting, no arguments, ya This is the way I remember that time I spent concerts looking at the patches of the guy in front of me I always dreamt of being Bootlegged I always wanted my face to be photocopied |
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7. | Hanged Joe | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
Across the nights Across the misery Across my memories Fight with your life Evil and hard For a long time I was your guard Everyday work, drink and sleep Friends like silent vultures Everyday were watching you Your empty eyes were crying worms Before the sleep, dreams of ropes Wake up and spit remains of pills Hanged Joe, dreams of glory Red wine and plans, a song for yor story Round after round against life You rang the gong You played the silence Your sound is gone Hanged Joe, death in your hand Death, remember us the meaning of life. Fuck I respect your choice and I play on my watch Save me a place in hell We’re not done yet Your parents were gone Your ladies were wrong But I know that you knew I saw you alone but this is the world The meaning of life: "Dont’ think, make me some lines" |
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8. | Legend of the Alley | 04:43 | |
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9. | We Make Albums That History Throws Up | 03:52 | |
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10. | White Darling | 06:37 | |
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45:08 |
Blow with the Devil
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 27th, 2015 | AOP Records | AOP 2015 | CD | Digipak, Limited edition |
November 27th, 2015 | AOP Records | AOP 2015 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
November 27th, 2015 | RetroVoxRecords | RVX 004 | Cassette | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars (lead) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
H. Desecrator | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tumulash | Artwork |
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1. | Blow with the Devil | 03:24 | |
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2. | My Funeral | 03:57 | |
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3. | Too Drunk for Love | 04:37 | |
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4. | Satanic Kommando | 03:58 | |
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5. | Speed & Chicks | 04:30 | |
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6. | A.B.I.T.C.H. | 03:13 | |
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7. | Mephistopolis | 04:47 | |
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8. | Nekro Street Gang | 03:45 | |
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9. | Henry Rollins | 03:35 | |
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Black Metal Ultras
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 26th, 2019 | Folter Records | FR 120 | CD | Digi-sleeve |
April 26th, 2019 | Folter Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
May 16th, 2019 | Folter Records | FR 120 LP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 2 colors |
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Band members | |
Asher | Drums |
A. | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
H. Desecrator | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlo Izzo | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tumulash | Cover art |
Marie Buttafoco | Photography |
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1. | Black Metal Ultras | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Neon moon On top of the ruins Tar thoughts The fortress is brewing My coat and my scarf Are shelter from harm My blade and my chain Burn whiskey and cocaine Black Metal Ultras On the stand On the bleachers At the concerts and pubs You can see us Some friends behind bars Just working for nothing The walls are still screaming Where families have parted One fight, you’re paralyzed One line, you’re out of mind Old mentality, old school and old faces Out of fashion, out of time and out of places Black Metal Ultras This is no discogs, this is not a joke You see it, you buy it, you overdose There’s no going back Fighting boots with tats and drugs Nothing to lose, the time has come To the void to the abyss Black Metal Ultras |
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2. | In the Army of Hell | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
It burns destiny Above the silver paper On my jacket my name I live day by day Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud Ohhhhhhh In hell all in uniform A shotgun, a bed and a hot meal In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse It burns destiny Above the silver paper Drink whiskey and bullets Tighten your boots You tattooed the devil To get you ready Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse |
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3. | Knockout | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
Heart beating like the Panzer Division I’ve taken too much These bitches are watching It’s never enough They told me not to mix shit Sweating, laughing, two lines for a vinyl Just pour me the next drink Just like when it all started, the same mentality, the same stupid fuckface Locked in a shitty hostel room The show was over on a Sunday afternoon Four people I have never seen Three looks dead, one it’s me They call the promoter asking for help The weirdest shit happens only after you’ve left It’s just as real when we come to your town They talk shit about our lyrics but on stage they just drown When I perform I bring hookers and trans, no doubts! I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Just keep hiding behind your screen we will take over, take over your scene Not taking lessons from no one Just bow down if you see me around You said you wanna see me outside You said you got a band, a patch and a website Take a picture with your horns up Can’t you see I’m at the tenth round, It’s almost knockout I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon |
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4. | Death Comes by Limo | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
This shit is pure like snow In elite dressed in black is workin’ secretly Cheap beers, bedless sleeping places Cockroaches are the last to die Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Blood on the doors Hands wrapped with anger Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us And I remember when everything has begun With all the handwritten letters For every drop of ink I struggled for Légion Noire, attittude with stages Full of marshalls Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens |
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5. | 666 Problems | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
When I was young Water was bitter and expensive like champagne Oh sweet purlple, violet codeine in my brain When I was young I used to snort like Maradona And everywhere we went people shouted "No Perdona" And you? Tell me abou you.. When I was young I’d speed away from shows in my Range-Rover Jack Daniels, whores and drugs we would take over When I was young I’d drink so much in parking spaces I know by heart all of the worst drunk faces And you? Tell me abou you.. 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up So cmon show me what you got So cmon! When I was young I’d listen to these records And call collect the devil from a payphone He used to say he’d save a place for me in hell My attitude is always solid gold , while you Sit quiet, what do you know? We grew up with the same old songs But you’re still a virgin and that’s what’s wrong. I’m old now, with a lot of troubles on my mind I sold my vynils and I saw what I had left behind And now, listen... 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up And then one day someone told me Bad guys wear chains with skulls and crosses Not upside down, but golden all the same They have tracksuits and grey hair. So I went to the bar with them To learn to drink and fuck While trying not to get stuck 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked Be my queen |
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6. | Streets & Liers | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Streets & Liers Broken glass Smell of blood Dim lights like churchyard candles in the dark From tall buildings On and off They talk to the streets It’s their signal away from the law Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive That hooker is dead, she got shot That dealer got caught, he’s in lockup Your friend who overdosed was left behind That bottle’s empty, the past is blind The music stops and you’re alone, Sleeping in a car, you’ve been so far Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive Buidings get empty The roads are rotten The dawn is scary Keep your eyes open There’s no going back |
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7. | Die Hard | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
Every time you lost it all And every time you bet your soul Thick scars, few friends Scarface man, lawless land Every time you died alone Every time they’ll never know Ghostly mates and easy lays All my people can relate The Bell is ringing And the hourglass is spinning Remember when we were caught by the man Bones and skulls buried in the sand Blow and money on VHS A Mysticum t-shirt on the local press The Bell is ringing And the ink is sinking We are the devil’s Junkies We are the devil’s bums We’ll die hard and full of hate Fuck the haters, no mistake Getting in through the back door I brought my legion on the floor I heard they’re talking shit about me It’s the bell ring with no name Every time you dress like a clown Black Metal rolls out in your mouth Tapes can’t buy you respect You’re such a fuckin’ cliche. Like the concert or not The point is We just don’t give a fuck |
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8. | Manifesto | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
Sweat from the glass Fire, cold and no pass Everyone’s quiet, the music is off My girl is at home and she waits by the phone Last night the tension was high The parking full of snow And my mates just behind Smell of sulfur, everyday Real life, borderline life Drunk driving Where respect is denied We only play for our people Fights, drugs and sacrifice I’m on stage Death, lies and This is my life Sluts, violence and I’m on the stage Cans and a few wicked people This is my life Pour me the last bottle of gin The sunrise is coming and we’re still locked in Going back with nobody else It’s still raining on this parking lot hell Fuck you, you moron, I sold my tv for more blow And you talk about moral integrity Sick I’m sick to hear you talk, i have better things to do, I’m here for the same reason as you I’m sick of the same old conversations, we’re just drunk we’ve never been friends I’m sick of pats on my back, of people who forgets You’re sick too, of the same old records you made You’re sick too even if you behave I’m not taking no lessons, we’re not part of a team, ever since "in goat we trust" this is where I have been It’s all over, this is the end Everything decays and burns like Alexandria Driving in hell, top down in Santa Monica Until the End drink like a Casamonica |
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9. | Denim Demon (Turbonegro cover) | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
I tried to be part of the scene Bought all the records and magazines But all the kids they put me down Laughed and said I was a clown Said they didn’t want me around Made me feel so all alone But now I’m back with a bang I’ve got my own leather gang And all of them are men And denim’s back again And I am, and I am A Denim Demon Got my own congregation I am a saint for seamen And I am, and I am A Denim Demon You’ve got my penis streaming And your asshole’s screaming "Help!" The day is black, the night is white The disco sun it shines so bright Protruding buttocks left and right I draw my sword, prepared for a fight The stench of piss reveals your fright Your asshole’s in for a ride Outside of society Good head, good head |
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Worms, Blood & Pills
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 16th, 2019 | Hieb & Stich Records | 7" vinyl | ||
October 16th, 2019 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
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1. | Whiskey Ritual - The Worm | 03:43 | |
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2. | Whiskey Ritual - Somebody Put Something in My Drink (Ramones cover) | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Somebody Somebody Put Something In My Drink Somebody Another night out on the street Stopping for my usual seat Oh, bartender, please Tanqueray and tonic’s my favorite drink I don’t like anything colored pink That just stinks... it’s not for me It feels like somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something Blurred vision and dirty thoughts Feel out of place, very distraught Feel something coming on Kick the jukebox, slam the floor Drink, drink, drink, drink some more I can’t think Hey! What’s in this drink? Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something in my drink... in my drink... in my drink... in my drink So you think it’s funny A college prank Goin’ insane for something to drink Feel a little dry Oh, I couldn’t care what you think of me Cause somebody put something in my drink I can’t think Hey! Give me a drink somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink... in my drink... in my drink... in my drink |
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3. | Surge Assault - Fire Purifier | 04:03 | |
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4. | Surge Assault - Black Infinite Force | 02:42 | |
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In Goat We Trust
Members | |
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Band members | |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Guest/Session | |
Azog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Lady De Murderdog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Apollyon | Vocals (track 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black’n’Roll | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
In my home hear this sound that you call grim fucking cold black’n’roll whiskey around full moon down screams and blood and my sluts and my rage it’s the same too many nights devils was by my side in my home hear this sound play it loud grim fucking cold black’n’roll drugs, filth, fog unfaithful hopes we have no future we ain’t got a home satan spawn, cruelty and cold so scream with me grim and fucking cold black’n’roll |
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2. | In Goat We Trust | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Once upon a time the straight the craft were law in the temple of Satan and our knowledge reing in blood in goat we trust trought the black flames of my heart in goat we trust and the dark flags of your thoughts in goat we trust kill your glory of this new rise in goat we trust the heroes come quitely the horns play the calling the mage in front of we will destroy all this world and the methatron wait the pray in goat we trust the revenge of the losers in goat we trust and the outcasts in goat we trust armageddon is near for us in goat we trust satan never fall on earth in goat we trust no woma alive, no old man survive the new order is young, proud and dark in the temple of Satan Belzebuth call the luck for the prouds. |
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3. | One Million | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
The devil’s cum it’s all around here come see my boat baphomet is my sailor, you know!? too many times to find my way, my rotten life is on a boat with a thousands of sluts, that’s right?! I build iron cages, I need their pain no clothes for the bitches and heroin in their veins and no meals or water, ya baby call me slaughter one million, one million one million dollars of bitches on one million, one million one million of sluts are on my boat one million, one million one million of ugly dolls one million, one million one million have got some coke?! when satan calls, I offer my world and I give my cock under the fucking sunshine for my god the route is wrong and I’m not alone my bitches scream in the cold the beauty is a dirty face and screams when it’s hears my name and the oceans, will be colored in red when the world will be condemned, I will be caront for my bitches in hell. |
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4. | Drunken Night | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
I can’t find my goat I can’t see this road I can’t find my slut Oh! I drunk too much Ya this devil’s dungeon it’s my brain, my grave bitches, drugs sellers push me away tonight yeah, I’m drunk baby! I’m a junky man I’m drunk lady! you want the future and I know that you want the law and I know that I fuck your God and you know that I hate you and tonight I fuck you baby yeah! Lucifer give me the strength you like to see me insane or do you like my lonely eye?! the morning takes my crimes Satan the light was red not white the devil at my side Satan I can’t explain my life. |
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5. | My Wind | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I travel through the worst places and die in the best way you can see my last smile on this grave I can’t stop getting out of this jail the Devil’s streets are my favourite games if you want some girls or crack call the king of the shit ready to smoke and fuck. Now the valley of death are too black, and my knowledge, never stops to recall I’ve lost everything in this world you can search in my words my kingdom, my hopes you can search in my songs my dedication to my lord mirror of silence, my night in the absence, I pray to my God I’m ready to fight againt the west winds I’m ready to die another time! Legions of Damned! and this is the fucking way to hell Satan lonely I search the reasons for my eternity Emperor! call the damned on my gravestone and drink something for me call the damned on my gravestone rape a queen on my throne. |
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6. | Mary Ann | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
Oh Mary Ann your wounds were the streets how many drugs we have bring together and our love will be dirty forever and your lips touch the demons and their fucking dreams Oh Mary Ann your scars were their fear and cry for another time with me Oh Mary Ann you live in the world of worms. |
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7. | Devil’s Street | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
We have no roots we don’t see any forests mountains or lagoons let me know fucking mage eh eh I’m ready to fuck, please give me some drugs this is my dungeon, heart of town! Devil’s streets, from devil to me Devil’s streets yeah baby I’m the king we have no roots we don’t see any storms, winds or woods throught broken bottles we walk, c’mon are you ready for the brawl!? torture squad were really proud no glory, no past under the sign of hell c’mon in this fucking decay you are welcome if you obey. |
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8. | Legione d’assenzio | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
Dormono le strade la notte risponde agli ultimi spettri, la vostra ora, è giunta! Ed ornati demoni arretrano al suono della marcia funesta nel vuoto e del nostro mancato perdono. e nel silenzio d’inverno una marcia si alza al cospetto, di un inferno ormai spento. Oh legione, di eroi morenti tra mille inverni ed affanni, porta avanti da sempre l’oscurità che in ogni uomo alberga e predomina la mente troppo svegli per l’inferno avamposto delle avanguardie signori, a chi ha le strade lo scettro ed ogni vile si prostri al nostro cospetto ed ogni uomo di cuore prenda coscenza ed agisca, con fervore ed audacia. |
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9. | The Humans’ King | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Open the gates! I’ve awaken the furious flames and I wait for the lord C’mon prayers, I was born for war Into the eternity the throne of glory is mine! Stand up and fight ready to fuck those nights burn churches for whiskey and raise the sign of chaos ordes for the riches! Winds, storms, earthquakes I wait for my doom now it’s too late Oh lord please come My world, My war, My home are yours Open your wings Destroy all the dreams The humans’ king rides the west wind Cover me in gold and sand Soulphour and Frankincense Destroy this world in a desert storm and the uproar of your sing Echoes of hell on earth. |
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10. | Whiskey Ritual | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
We are dirty, ugly and fat We are the worst gang from hell and when you talk about what’s true or not and when you talk I play, drink and say: I can’t hear you talk about what’s true or not please turn your back and fuck off please turn your back and die with the rest you know we are the best Oh, I’m waiting to die Oh, Whiskey a go-go tonight We are true and we don’t care now you remember what’s the old school when you see us you know it’s real your bands sucks give us some fear, |
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43:39 |
In Goat We Trust
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Apollyon | Vocals (track 3) |
Azog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Lady De Murderdog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Black’n’Roll | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
In my home hear this sound that you call grim fucking cold black’n’roll whiskey around full moon down screams and blood and my sluts and my rage it’s the same too many nights devils was by my side in my home hear this sound play it loud grim fucking cold black’n’roll drugs, filth, fog unfaithful hopes we have no future we ain’t got a home satan spawn, cruelty and cold so scream with me grim and fucking cold black’n’roll |
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2. | In Goat We Trust | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Once upon a time the straight the craft were law in the temple of Satan and our knowledge reing in blood in goat we trust trought the black flames of my heart in goat we trust and the dark flags of your thoughts in goat we trust kill your glory of this new rise in goat we trust the heroes come quitely the horns play the calling the mage in front of we will destroy all this world and the methatron wait the pray in goat we trust the revenge of the losers in goat we trust and the outcasts in goat we trust armageddon is near for us in goat we trust satan never fall on earth in goat we trust no woma alive, no old man survive the new order is young, proud and dark in the temple of Satan Belzebuth call the luck for the prouds. |
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3. | One Million | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
The devil’s cum it’s all around here come see my boat baphomet is my sailor, you know!? too many times to find my way, my rotten life is on a boat with a thousands of sluts, that’s right?! I build iron cages, I need their pain no clothes for the bitches and heroin in their veins and no meals or water, ya baby call me slaughter one million, one million one million dollars of bitches on one million, one million one million of sluts are on my boat one million, one million one million of ugly dolls one million, one million one million have got some coke?! when satan calls, I offer my world and I give my cock under the fucking sunshine for my god the route is wrong and I’m not alone my bitches scream in the cold the beauty is a dirty face and screams when it’s hears my name and the oceans, will be colored in red when the world will be condemned, I will be caront for my bitches in hell. |
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4. | Drunken Night | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
I can’t find my goat I can’t see this road I can’t find my slut Oh! I drunk too much Ya this devil’s dungeon it’s my brain, my grave bitches, drugs sellers push me away tonight yeah, I’m drunk baby! I’m a junky man I’m drunk lady! you want the future and I know that you want the law and I know that I fuck your God and you know that I hate you and tonight I fuck you baby yeah! Lucifer give me the strength you like to see me insane or do you like my lonely eye?! the morning takes my crimes Satan the light was red not white the devil at my side Satan I can’t explain my life. |
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5. | My Wind | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I travel through the worst places and die in the best way you can see my last smile on this grave I can’t stop getting out of this jail the Devil’s streets are my favourite games if you want some girls or crack call the king of the shit ready to smoke and fuck. Now the valley of death are too black, and my knowledge, never stops to recall I’ve lost everything in this world you can search in my words my kingdom, my hopes you can search in my songs my dedication to my lord mirror of silence, my night in the absence, I pray to my God I’m ready to fight againt the west winds I’m ready to die another time! Legions of Damned! and this is the fucking way to hell Satan lonely I search the reasons for my eternity Emperor! call the damned on my gravestone and drink something for me call the damned on my gravestone rape a queen on my throne. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Mary Ann | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
Oh Mary Ann your wounds were the streets how many drugs we have bring together and our love will be dirty forever and your lips touch the demons and their fucking dreams Oh Mary Ann your scars were their fear and cry for another time with me Oh Mary Ann you live in the world of worms. |
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7. | Devil’s Street | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
We have no roots we don’t see any forests mountains or lagoons let me know fucking mage eh eh I’m ready to fuck, please give me some drugs this is my dungeon, heart of town! Devil’s streets, from devil to me Devil’s streets yeah baby I’m the king we have no roots we don’t see any storms, winds or woods throught broken bottles we walk, c’mon are you ready for the brawl!? torture squad were really proud no glory, no past under the sign of hell c’mon in this fucking decay you are welcome if you obey. |
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8. | Legione d’assenzio | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
Dormono le strade la notte risponde agli ultimi spettri, la vostra ora, è giunta! Ed ornati demoni arretrano al suono della marcia funesta nel vuoto e del nostro mancato perdono. e nel silenzio d’inverno una marcia si alza al cospetto, di un inferno ormai spento. Oh legione, di eroi morenti tra mille inverni ed affanni, porta avanti da sempre l’oscurità che in ogni uomo alberga e predomina la mente troppo svegli per l’inferno avamposto delle avanguardie signori, a chi ha le strade lo scettro ed ogni vile si prostri al nostro cospetto ed ogni uomo di cuore prenda coscenza ed agisca, con fervore ed audacia. |
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9. | The Humans’ King | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Open the gates! I’ve awaken the furious flames and I wait for the lord C’mon prayers, I was born for war Into the eternity the throne of glory is mine! Stand up and fight ready to fuck those nights burn churches for whiskey and raise the sign of chaos ordes for the riches! Winds, storms, earthquakes I wait for my doom now it’s too late Oh lord please come My world, My war, My home are yours Open your wings Destroy all the dreams The humans’ king rides the west wind Cover me in gold and sand Soulphour and Frankincense Destroy this world in a desert storm and the uproar of your sing Echoes of hell on earth. |
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10. | Whiskey Ritual | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
We are dirty, ugly and fat We are the worst gang from hell and when you talk about what’s true or not and when you talk I play, drink and say: I can’t hear you talk about what’s true or not please turn your back and fuck off please turn your back and die with the rest you know we are the best Oh, I’m waiting to die Oh, Whiskey a go-go tonight We are true and we don’t care now you remember what’s the old school when you see us you know it’s real your bands sucks give us some fear, |
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43:39 |
In Goat We Trust
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Apollyon | Vocals (track 3) |
Azog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Lady De Murderdog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black’n’Roll | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
In my home hear this sound that you call grim fucking cold black’n’roll whiskey around full moon down screams and blood and my sluts and my rage it’s the same too many nights devils was by my side in my home hear this sound play it loud grim fucking cold black’n’roll drugs, filth, fog unfaithful hopes we have no future we ain’t got a home satan spawn, cruelty and cold so scream with me grim and fucking cold black’n’roll |
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2. | In Goat We Trust | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Once upon a time the straight the craft were law in the temple of Satan and our knowledge reing in blood in goat we trust trought the black flames of my heart in goat we trust and the dark flags of your thoughts in goat we trust kill your glory of this new rise in goat we trust the heroes come quitely the horns play the calling the mage in front of we will destroy all this world and the methatron wait the pray in goat we trust the revenge of the losers in goat we trust and the outcasts in goat we trust armageddon is near for us in goat we trust satan never fall on earth in goat we trust no woma alive, no old man survive the new order is young, proud and dark in the temple of Satan Belzebuth call the luck for the prouds. |
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3. | One Million | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
The devil’s cum it’s all around here come see my boat baphomet is my sailor, you know!? too many times to find my way, my rotten life is on a boat with a thousands of sluts, that’s right?! I build iron cages, I need their pain no clothes for the bitches and heroin in their veins and no meals or water, ya baby call me slaughter one million, one million one million dollars of bitches on one million, one million one million of sluts are on my boat one million, one million one million of ugly dolls one million, one million one million have got some coke?! when satan calls, I offer my world and I give my cock under the fucking sunshine for my god the route is wrong and I’m not alone my bitches scream in the cold the beauty is a dirty face and screams when it’s hears my name and the oceans, will be colored in red when the world will be condemned, I will be caront for my bitches in hell. |
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4. | Drunken Night | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
I can’t find my goat I can’t see this road I can’t find my slut Oh! I drunk too much Ya this devil’s dungeon it’s my brain, my grave bitches, drugs sellers push me away tonight yeah, I’m drunk baby! I’m a junky man I’m drunk lady! you want the future and I know that you want the law and I know that I fuck your God and you know that I hate you and tonight I fuck you baby yeah! Lucifer give me the strength you like to see me insane or do you like my lonely eye?! the morning takes my crimes Satan the light was red not white the devil at my side Satan I can’t explain my life. |
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5. | My Wind | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I travel through the worst places and die in the best way you can see my last smile on this grave I can’t stop getting out of this jail the Devil’s streets are my favourite games if you want some girls or crack call the king of the shit ready to smoke and fuck. Now the valley of death are too black, and my knowledge, never stops to recall I’ve lost everything in this world you can search in my words my kingdom, my hopes you can search in my songs my dedication to my lord mirror of silence, my night in the absence, I pray to my God I’m ready to fight againt the west winds I’m ready to die another time! Legions of Damned! and this is the fucking way to hell Satan lonely I search the reasons for my eternity Emperor! call the damned on my gravestone and drink something for me call the damned on my gravestone rape a queen on my throne. |
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6. | Mary Ann | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
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7. | Devil’s Street | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
We have no roots we don’t see any forests mountains or lagoons let me know fucking mage eh eh I’m ready to fuck, please give me some drugs this is my dungeon, heart of town! Devil’s streets, from devil to me Devil’s streets yeah baby I’m the king we have no roots we don’t see any storms, winds or woods throught broken bottles we walk, c’mon are you ready for the brawl!? torture squad were really proud no glory, no past under the sign of hell c’mon in this fucking decay you are welcome if you obey. |
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8. | Legione d’assenzio | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
Dormono le strade la notte risponde agli ultimi spettri, la vostra ora, è giunta! Ed ornati demoni arretrano al suono della marcia funesta nel vuoto e del nostro mancato perdono. e nel silenzio d’inverno una marcia si alza al cospetto, di un inferno ormai spento. Oh legione, di eroi morenti tra mille inverni ed affanni, porta avanti da sempre l’oscurità che in ogni uomo alberga e predomina la mente troppo svegli per l’inferno avamposto delle avanguardie signori, a chi ha le strade lo scettro ed ogni vile si prostri al nostro cospetto ed ogni uomo di cuore prenda coscenza ed agisca, con fervore ed audacia. |
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9. | The Humans’ King | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Open the gates! I’ve awaken the furious flames and I wait for the lord C’mon prayers, I was born for war Into the eternity the throne of glory is mine! Stand up and fight ready to fuck those nights burn churches for whiskey and raise the sign of chaos ordes for the riches! Winds, storms, earthquakes I wait for my doom now it’s too late Oh lord please come My world, My war, My home are yours Open your wings Destroy all the dreams The humans’ king rides the west wind Cover me in gold and sand Soulphour and Frankincense Destroy this world in a desert storm and the uproar of your sing Echoes of hell on earth. |
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10. | Whiskey Ritual | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
We are dirty, ugly and fat We are the worst gang from hell and when you talk about what’s true or not and when you talk I play, drink and say: I can’t hear you talk about what’s true or not please turn your back and fuck off please turn your back and die with the rest you know we are the best Oh, I’m waiting to die Oh, Whiskey a go-go tonight We are true and we don’t care now you remember what’s the old school when you see us you know it’s real your bands sucks give us some fear, |
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43:39 |
In Goat We Trust
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Apollyon | Vocals (track 3) |
Azog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Lady De Murderdog | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black’n’Roll | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
In my home hear this sound that you call grim fucking cold black’n’roll whiskey around full moon down screams and blood and my sluts and my rage it’s the same too many nights devils was by my side in my home hear this sound play it loud grim fucking cold black’n’roll drugs, filth, fog unfaithful hopes we have no future we ain’t got a home satan spawn, cruelty and cold so scream with me grim and fucking cold black’n’roll |
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2. | In Goat We Trust | 03:59 | Show lyrics |
Once upon a time the straight the craft were law in the temple of Satan and our knowledge reing in blood in goat we trust trought the black flames of my heart in goat we trust and the dark flags of your thoughts in goat we trust kill your glory of this new rise in goat we trust the heroes come quitely the horns play the calling the mage in front of we will destroy all this world and the methatron wait the pray in goat we trust the revenge of the losers in goat we trust and the outcasts in goat we trust armageddon is near for us in goat we trust satan never fall on earth in goat we trust no woma alive, no old man survive the new order is young, proud and dark in the temple of Satan Belzebuth call the luck for the prouds. |
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3. | One Million | 03:30 | Show lyrics |
The devil’s cum it’s all around here come see my boat baphomet is my sailor, you know!? too many times to find my way, my rotten life is on a boat with a thousands of sluts, that’s right?! I build iron cages, I need their pain no clothes for the bitches and heroin in their veins and no meals or water, ya baby call me slaughter one million, one million one million dollars of bitches on one million, one million one million of sluts are on my boat one million, one million one million of ugly dolls one million, one million one million have got some coke?! when satan calls, I offer my world and I give my cock under the fucking sunshine for my god the route is wrong and I’m not alone my bitches scream in the cold the beauty is a dirty face and screams when it’s hears my name and the oceans, will be colored in red when the world will be condemned, I will be caront for my bitches in hell. |
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4. | Drunken Night | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
I can’t find my goat I can’t see this road I can’t find my slut Oh! I drunk too much Ya this devil’s dungeon it’s my brain, my grave bitches, drugs sellers push me away tonight yeah, I’m drunk baby! I’m a junky man I’m drunk lady! you want the future and I know that you want the law and I know that I fuck your God and you know that I hate you and tonight I fuck you baby yeah! Lucifer give me the strength you like to see me insane or do you like my lonely eye?! the morning takes my crimes Satan the light was red not white the devil at my side Satan I can’t explain my life. |
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5. | My Wind | 04:02 | Show lyrics |
I travel through the worst places and die in the best way you can see my last smile on this grave I can’t stop getting out of this jail the Devil’s streets are my favourite games if you want some girls or crack call the king of the shit ready to smoke and fuck. Now the valley of death are too black, and my knowledge, never stops to recall I’ve lost everything in this world you can search in my words my kingdom, my hopes you can search in my songs my dedication to my lord mirror of silence, my night in the absence, I pray to my God I’m ready to fight againt the west winds I’m ready to die another time! Legions of Damned! and this is the fucking way to hell Satan lonely I search the reasons for my eternity Emperor! call the damned on my gravestone and drink something for me call the damned on my gravestone rape a queen on my throne. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Mary Ann | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
Oh Mary Ann your wounds were the streets how many drugs we have bring together and our love will be dirty forever and your lips touch the demons and their fucking dreams Oh Mary Ann your scars were their fear and cry for another time with me Oh Mary Ann you live in the world of worms. |
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7. | Devil’s Street | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
We have no roots we don’t see any forests mountains or lagoons let me know fucking mage eh eh I’m ready to fuck, please give me some drugs this is my dungeon, heart of town! Devil’s streets, from devil to me Devil’s streets yeah baby I’m the king we have no roots we don’t see any storms, winds or woods throught broken bottles we walk, c’mon are you ready for the brawl!? torture squad were really proud no glory, no past under the sign of hell c’mon in this fucking decay you are welcome if you obey. |
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8. | Legione d’assenzio | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
Dormono le strade la notte risponde agli ultimi spettri, la vostra ora, è giunta! Ed ornati demoni arretrano al suono della marcia funesta nel vuoto e del nostro mancato perdono. e nel silenzio d’inverno una marcia si alza al cospetto, di un inferno ormai spento. Oh legione, di eroi morenti tra mille inverni ed affanni, porta avanti da sempre l’oscurità che in ogni uomo alberga e predomina la mente troppo svegli per l’inferno avamposto delle avanguardie signori, a chi ha le strade lo scettro ed ogni vile si prostri al nostro cospetto ed ogni uomo di cuore prenda coscenza ed agisca, con fervore ed audacia. |
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9. | The Humans’ King | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
Open the gates! I’ve awaken the furious flames and I wait for the lord C’mon prayers, I was born for war Into the eternity the throne of glory is mine! Stand up and fight ready to fuck those nights burn churches for whiskey and raise the sign of chaos ordes for the riches! Winds, storms, earthquakes I wait for my doom now it’s too late Oh lord please come My world, My war, My home are yours Open your wings Destroy all the dreams The humans’ king rides the west wind Cover me in gold and sand Soulphour and Frankincense Destroy this world in a desert storm and the uproar of your sing Echoes of hell on earth. |
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10. | Whiskey Ritual | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
We are dirty, ugly and fat We are the worst gang from hell and when you talk about what’s true or not and when you talk I play, drink and say: I can’t hear you talk about what’s true or not please turn your back and fuck off please turn your back and die with the rest you know we are the best Oh, I’m waiting to die Oh, Whiskey a go-go tonight We are true and we don’t care now you remember what’s the old school when you see us you know it’s real your bands sucks give us some fear, |
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43:39 |
Narconomicon
Members | |
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Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
Andrea Ponzoni | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Dullhan | Vocals (backing) (tracks 5, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlo Izzo | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Francesco Ragablia | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Alessia Leporati | Photography |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Forsaken Kings | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
A demonic essence Sells my spoils When Mephisto looks Through his black eyes My skull, my spirit are A great feast for my Lord Adonai Ordes from sewers marching on The hell’s riot will be my gravestone The crusaders will be burned by sluts This will be the night of the forsaken kings And the night becomes The spirits of the dead, overdose, knife or gold Are you ready for the flight We are: the misfits, the losers, the bitches One life, one way I die between the worms, the streets We are alone Get the night time, get the occult signs Are you ready for this way?! Lucifer calls, Lucifer calls From those deep dark roads Deadly revenge This is the end Those that like us have always screamed And you who never listened to This is the end It’s not a game You can’t choose to join |
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2. | Fin du siècle | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
There is a place where you can find the gray of your town beneath the smoke, the cement, under your home a heel where demons wander Without money, hungry and covered of the blackest star You are my stars! The guideline of my dissolute life Like the eagles work for your sons, Like the eagles work for food I saw Satan inside that alley, He was asking me for money, I saw Christ upside looking at the world I saw those men forgetting the sound heels make on the street Their wives skinny and sad, looking at the future like tigers Live fast and die young, cause this life belongs to me, I try hard with this band and I’m only going down I gave up! I gave up! I punched life in the face And she knocked me down Another god damned sunday I go on to have a place where to sleep No more dreams No more nothing Another good damned sunday Another god damned sunday We’ll live in the empirical With the eyes of those who have looked death in the eyes, We’ll stay silent ’till we die We’ll put together a new group of people, defeated With eyes of ice and shattered clothes Avoided by everyone, exiled The legion of anti-matter Another god damned sunday of work You talk about concerts and shows, But i gave up playing I gave up, I punched life in the face And she knocked me down, Another god damned sunday |
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3. | Lo-Fi Attitude | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
From Albania to Eastern Asia From Babilonia to italian mafia We are the cum of the universe Ready to fuck hard Elite, first division on stage Shut the fuck up We are drunk We got the guns Carry on the darkness And fuck the fans Slowly we riot Slowly go down Ooooooh we are back, back from The night like black ravens with tons of booze, unshaven Ooooooh yes it’s cocaine time my teeth are fucking anesthetized Ooooooh lo-fi life, class, attitude, black eyes coming soon Ooooooh blondes, red, black, tiny, yellow, fat, you are the bears of my bed Put the meat in the vegan’s salads Lost your favourite bands, Come in my car Listen the old not the clever Play loud and try to be the worst ever Don’t listen new bands, they always suck Don’t listen lo-fi creatures stuff, We spend yout money for drugs You know we are here to fuck you hard |
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4. | Buccaneers | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
All shall decay, when abandoned All shal decay, leaving Everything behind the shoulders Alone with few doses And behind us remains, stays to decay As buccaneers of the sleeping city, Sailing towards the unknown Buccaneers, with the blackest sound, truest, illest Sleepless nights, smell of death From the Sewers The grey misery breathers The eyes of whores inspire poets Everything decays and feeds death I cired Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat I cried and he said That here is worse than in Hell All shall decay, beautiful women, Dreams and heroes, Family, friends, streets, All shall decay The eye patch is to row against buccaneers, With the blackest sound, Truest, illest Rotten is an attitude, In the hands of the new chosen With sad eyes and no tomorrow With shitty jobs in a ten floor hell I cried Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat |
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5. | Over the Edge | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
Walk on the edge I come down and make your block become red Walk on the edge With a bunch of jerks dressed in black The party starts when you begin asking for help I smell your fear, your sweat, your blood I steal, I fuck, I squander all I fuck everything Your block turns into shit when they see me You search for Satan, It’s him who searches for me You search for Satan But he’s smoking brown with me Walk on the edge My mother, my wife Always crying Over the edge I wait for you when you die Walk on the edge Never on the line, always beyond Walk on the edge Watch me fall and fuck off! I drank all my dreams, and now I can’t remember why I live |
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6. | Bootleg in a Bootleg | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Welcome to the golden age of black metal Where you can find the weirdest shit Where you can find the weirdest crap Where the words rip off is more than fuck off Some bands have discovered more titles Wonderful idiots recording some show Bootleg in a bootleg I’m recording your show Bootleg in a bootleg I photocopied your mother too Bootleg in a bootleg You’re getting old Bootleg in a bootleg This is the old school My worst show ever on vinyl? It’s amazing! I called for Satan to ask him If that demo was original He told me he didn’t exist, That that label is faker than Christ For money and fame they print your fucking new album No contracting, no arguments, ya This is the way I remember that time I spent concerts looking at the patches of the guy in front of me I always dreamt of being Bootlegged I always wanted my face to be photocopied |
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7. | Hanged Joe | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
Across the nights Across the misery Across my memories Fight with your life Evil and hard For a long time I was your guard Everyday work, drink and sleep Friends like silent vultures Everyday were watching you Your empty eyes were crying worms Before the sleep, dreams of ropes Wake up and spit remains of pills Hanged Joe, dreams of glory Red wine and plans, a song for yor story Round after round against life You rang the gong You played the silence Your sound is gone Hanged Joe, death in your hand Death, remember us the meaning of life. Fuck I respect your choice and I play on my watch Save me a place in hell We’re not done yet Your parents were gone Your ladies were wrong But I know that you knew I saw you alone but this is the world The meaning of life: "Dont’ think, make me some lines" |
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8. | Legend of the Alley | 04:43 | |
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9. | We Make Albums That History Throws Up | 03:52 | |
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10. | White Darling | 06:37 | |
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45:08 |
Narconomicon
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
Andrea Ponzoni | Guitars |
Dorian Bones | Vocals, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Dullhan | Vocals (backing) (tracks 5, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlo Izzo | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Francesco Ragablia | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Alessia Leporati | Photography |
Notawonderboy | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Forsaken Kings | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
A demonic essence Sells my spoils When Mephisto looks Through his black eyes My skull, my spirit are A great feast for my Lord Adonai Ordes from sewers marching on The hell’s riot will be my gravestone The crusaders will be burned by sluts This will be the night of the forsaken kings And the night becomes The spirits of the dead, overdose, knife or gold Are you ready for the flight We are: the misfits, the losers, the bitches One life, one way I die between the worms, the streets We are alone Get the night time, get the occult signs Are you ready for this way?! Lucifer calls, Lucifer calls From those deep dark roads Deadly revenge This is the end Those that like us have always screamed And you who never listened to This is the end It’s not a game You can’t choose to join |
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2. | Fin du siècle | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
There is a place where you can find the gray of your town beneath the smoke, the cement, under your home a heel where demons wander Without money, hungry and covered of the blackest star You are my stars! The guideline of my dissolute life Like the eagles work for your sons, Like the eagles work for food I saw Satan inside that alley, He was asking me for money, I saw Christ upside looking at the world I saw those men forgetting the sound heels make on the street Their wives skinny and sad, looking at the future like tigers Live fast and die young, cause this life belongs to me, I try hard with this band and I’m only going down I gave up! I gave up! I punched life in the face And she knocked me down Another god damned sunday I go on to have a place where to sleep No more dreams No more nothing Another good damned sunday Another god damned sunday We’ll live in the empirical With the eyes of those who have looked death in the eyes, We’ll stay silent ’till we die We’ll put together a new group of people, defeated With eyes of ice and shattered clothes Avoided by everyone, exiled The legion of anti-matter Another god damned sunday of work You talk about concerts and shows, But i gave up playing I gave up, I punched life in the face And she knocked me down, Another god damned sunday |
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3. | Lo-Fi Attitude | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
From Albania to Eastern Asia From Babilonia to italian mafia We are the cum of the universe Ready to fuck hard Elite, first division on stage Shut the fuck up We are drunk We got the guns Carry on the darkness And fuck the fans Slowly we riot Slowly go down Ooooooh we are back, back from The night like black ravens with tons of booze, unshaven Ooooooh yes it’s cocaine time my teeth are fucking anesthetized Ooooooh lo-fi life, class, attitude, black eyes coming soon Ooooooh blondes, red, black, tiny, yellow, fat, you are the bears of my bed Put the meat in the vegan’s salads Lost your favourite bands, Come in my car Listen the old not the clever Play loud and try to be the worst ever Don’t listen new bands, they always suck Don’t listen lo-fi creatures stuff, We spend yout money for drugs You know we are here to fuck you hard |
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4. | Buccaneers | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
All shall decay, when abandoned All shal decay, leaving Everything behind the shoulders Alone with few doses And behind us remains, stays to decay As buccaneers of the sleeping city, Sailing towards the unknown Buccaneers, with the blackest sound, truest, illest Sleepless nights, smell of death From the Sewers The grey misery breathers The eyes of whores inspire poets Everything decays and feeds death I cired Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat I cried and he said That here is worse than in Hell All shall decay, beautiful women, Dreams and heroes, Family, friends, streets, All shall decay The eye patch is to row against buccaneers, With the blackest sound, Truest, illest Rotten is an attitude, In the hands of the new chosen With sad eyes and no tomorrow With shitty jobs in a ten floor hell I cried Asmodeus so you could find strenght in defeat |
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5. | Over the Edge | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
Walk on the edge I come down and make your block become red Walk on the edge With a bunch of jerks dressed in black The party starts when you begin asking for help I smell your fear, your sweat, your blood I steal, I fuck, I squander all I fuck everything Your block turns into shit when they see me You search for Satan, It’s him who searches for me You search for Satan But he’s smoking brown with me Walk on the edge My mother, my wife Always crying Over the edge I wait for you when you die Walk on the edge Never on the line, always beyond Walk on the edge Watch me fall and fuck off! I drank all my dreams, and now I can’t remember why I live |
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Side B | |||
6. | Bootleg in a Bootleg | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
Welcome to the golden age of black metal Where you can find the weirdest shit Where you can find the weirdest crap Where the words rip off is more than fuck off Some bands have discovered more titles Wonderful idiots recording some show Bootleg in a bootleg I’m recording your show Bootleg in a bootleg I photocopied your mother too Bootleg in a bootleg You’re getting old Bootleg in a bootleg This is the old school My worst show ever on vinyl? It’s amazing! I called for Satan to ask him If that demo was original He told me he didn’t exist, That that label is faker than Christ For money and fame they print your fucking new album No contracting, no arguments, ya This is the way I remember that time I spent concerts looking at the patches of the guy in front of me I always dreamt of being Bootlegged I always wanted my face to be photocopied |
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7. | Hanged Joe | 03:31 | Show lyrics |
Across the nights Across the misery Across my memories Fight with your life Evil and hard For a long time I was your guard Everyday work, drink and sleep Friends like silent vultures Everyday were watching you Your empty eyes were crying worms Before the sleep, dreams of ropes Wake up and spit remains of pills Hanged Joe, dreams of glory Red wine and plans, a song for yor story Round after round against life You rang the gong You played the silence Your sound is gone Hanged Joe, death in your hand Death, remember us the meaning of life. Fuck I respect your choice and I play on my watch Save me a place in hell We’re not done yet Your parents were gone Your ladies were wrong But I know that you knew I saw you alone but this is the world The meaning of life: "Dont’ think, make me some lines" |
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8. | Legend of the Alley | 04:43 | |
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9. | We Make Albums That History Throws Up | 03:52 | |
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10. | White Darling | 06:37 | |
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45:08 |
Blow with the Devil
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Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars (lead) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
H. Desecrator | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tumulash | Artwork |
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1. | Blow with the Devil | 03:24 | |
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2. | My Funeral | 03:57 | |
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3. | Too Drunk for Love | 04:37 | |
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4. | Satanic Kommando | 03:58 | |
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5. | Speed & Chicks | 04:30 | |
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6. | A.B.I.T.C.H. | 03:13 | |
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7. | Mephistopolis | 04:47 | |
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8. | Nekro Street Gang | 03:45 | |
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9. | Henry Rollins | 03:35 | |
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10. | Tank of Intolerance | 05:16 | |
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41:02 |
Blow with the Devil
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars (lead) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
H. Desecrator | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tumulash | Artwork |
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1. | Blow with the Devil | 03:24 | |
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2. | My Funeral | 03:57 | |
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3. | Too Drunk for Love | 04:37 | |
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4. | Satanic Kommando | 03:58 | |
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5. | Speed & Chicks | 04:30 | |
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Side B | |||
6. | A.B.I.T.C.H. | 03:13 | |
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7. | Mephistopolis | 04:47 | |
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8. | Nekro Street Gang | 03:45 | |
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9. | Henry Rollins | 03:35 | |
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10. | Tank of Intolerance | 05:16 | |
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41:02 |
Blow with the Devil
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Plague | Bass, Vocals (backing) |
Gianmarco Rossi | Drums |
A. | Guitars (lead) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
H. Desecrator | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tumulash | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Blow with the Devil | 03:24 | |
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2. | My Funeral | 03:57 | |
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3. | Too Drunk for Love | 04:37 | |
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4. | Satanic Kommando | 03:58 | |
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5. | Speed & Chicks | 04:30 | |
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Side B | |||
6. | A.B.I.T.C.H. | 03:13 | |
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7. | Mephistopolis | 04:47 | |
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8. | Nekro Street Gang | 03:45 | |
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9. | Henry Rollins | 03:35 | |
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10. | Tank of Intolerance | 05:16 | |
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41:02 |
Black Metal Ultras
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Band members | |
Asher | Drums |
A. | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
H. Desecrator | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlo Izzo | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tumulash | Cover art |
Marie Buttafoco | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black Metal Ultras | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Neon moon On top of the ruins Tar thoughts The fortress is brewing My coat and my scarf Are shelter from harm My blade and my chain Burn whiskey and cocaine Black Metal Ultras On the stand On the bleachers At the concerts and pubs You can see us Some friends behind bars Just working for nothing The walls are still screaming Where families have parted One fight, you’re paralyzed One line, you’re out of mind Old mentality, old school and old faces Out of fashion, out of time and out of places Black Metal Ultras This is no discogs, this is not a joke You see it, you buy it, you overdose There’s no going back Fighting boots with tats and drugs Nothing to lose, the time has come To the void to the abyss Black Metal Ultras |
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2. | In the Army of Hell | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
It burns destiny Above the silver paper On my jacket my name I live day by day Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud Ohhhhhhh In hell all in uniform A shotgun, a bed and a hot meal In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse It burns destiny Above the silver paper Drink whiskey and bullets Tighten your boots You tattooed the devil To get you ready Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse |
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3. | Knockout | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
Heart beating like the Panzer Division I’ve taken too much These bitches are watching It’s never enough They told me not to mix shit Sweating, laughing, two lines for a vinyl Just pour me the next drink Just like when it all started, the same mentality, the same stupid fuckface Locked in a shitty hostel room The show was over on a Sunday afternoon Four people I have never seen Three looks dead, one it’s me They call the promoter asking for help The weirdest shit happens only after you’ve left It’s just as real when we come to your town They talk shit about our lyrics but on stage they just drown When I perform I bring hookers and trans, no doubts! I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Just keep hiding behind your screen we will take over, take over your scene Not taking lessons from no one Just bow down if you see me around You said you wanna see me outside You said you got a band, a patch and a website Take a picture with your horns up Can’t you see I’m at the tenth round, It’s almost knockout I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon |
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4. | Death Comes by Limo | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
This shit is pure like snow In elite dressed in black is workin’ secretly Cheap beers, bedless sleeping places Cockroaches are the last to die Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Blood on the doors Hands wrapped with anger Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us And I remember when everything has begun With all the handwritten letters For every drop of ink I struggled for Légion Noire, attittude with stages Full of marshalls Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens |
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5. | 666 Problems | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
When I was young Water was bitter and expensive like champagne Oh sweet purlple, violet codeine in my brain When I was young I used to snort like Maradona And everywhere we went people shouted "No Perdona" And you? Tell me abou you.. When I was young I’d speed away from shows in my Range-Rover Jack Daniels, whores and drugs we would take over When I was young I’d drink so much in parking spaces I know by heart all of the worst drunk faces And you? Tell me abou you.. 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up So cmon show me what you got So cmon! When I was young I’d listen to these records And call collect the devil from a payphone He used to say he’d save a place for me in hell My attitude is always solid gold , while you Sit quiet, what do you know? We grew up with the same old songs But you’re still a virgin and that’s what’s wrong. I’m old now, with a lot of troubles on my mind I sold my vynils and I saw what I had left behind And now, listen... 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up And then one day someone told me Bad guys wear chains with skulls and crosses Not upside down, but golden all the same They have tracksuits and grey hair. So I went to the bar with them To learn to drink and fuck While trying not to get stuck 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked Be my queen |
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6. | Streets & Liers | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Streets & Liers Broken glass Smell of blood Dim lights like churchyard candles in the dark From tall buildings On and off They talk to the streets It’s their signal away from the law Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive That hooker is dead, she got shot That dealer got caught, he’s in lockup Your friend who overdosed was left behind That bottle’s empty, the past is blind The music stops and you’re alone, Sleeping in a car, you’ve been so far Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive Buidings get empty The roads are rotten The dawn is scary Keep your eyes open There’s no going back |
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7. | Die Hard | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
Every time you lost it all And every time you bet your soul Thick scars, few friends Scarface man, lawless land Every time you died alone Every time they’ll never know Ghostly mates and easy lays All my people can relate The Bell is ringing And the hourglass is spinning Remember when we were caught by the man Bones and skulls buried in the sand Blow and money on VHS A Mysticum t-shirt on the local press The Bell is ringing And the ink is sinking We are the devil’s Junkies We are the devil’s bums We’ll die hard and full of hate Fuck the haters, no mistake Getting in through the back door I brought my legion on the floor I heard they’re talking shit about me It’s the bell ring with no name Every time you dress like a clown Black Metal rolls out in your mouth Tapes can’t buy you respect You’re such a fuckin’ cliche. Like the concert or not The point is We just don’t give a fuck |
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8. | Manifesto | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
Sweat from the glass Fire, cold and no pass Everyone’s quiet, the music is off My girl is at home and she waits by the phone Last night the tension was high The parking full of snow And my mates just behind Smell of sulfur, everyday Real life, borderline life Drunk driving Where respect is denied We only play for our people Fights, drugs and sacrifice I’m on stage Death, lies and This is my life Sluts, violence and I’m on the stage Cans and a few wicked people This is my life Pour me the last bottle of gin The sunrise is coming and we’re still locked in Going back with nobody else It’s still raining on this parking lot hell Fuck you, you moron, I sold my tv for more blow And you talk about moral integrity Sick I’m sick to hear you talk, i have better things to do, I’m here for the same reason as you I’m sick of the same old conversations, we’re just drunk we’ve never been friends I’m sick of pats on my back, of people who forgets You’re sick too, of the same old records you made You’re sick too even if you behave I’m not taking no lessons, we’re not part of a team, ever since "in goat we trust" this is where I have been It’s all over, this is the end Everything decays and burns like Alexandria Driving in hell, top down in Santa Monica Until the End drink like a Casamonica |
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9. | Denim Demon (Turbonegro cover) | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
I tried to be part of the scene Bought all the records and magazines But all the kids they put me down Laughed and said I was a clown Said they didn’t want me around Made me feel so all alone But now I’m back with a bang I’ve got my own leather gang And all of them are men And denim’s back again And I am, and I am A Denim Demon Got my own congregation I am a saint for seamen And I am, and I am A Denim Demon You’ve got my penis streaming And your asshole’s screaming "Help!" The day is black, the night is white The disco sun it shines so bright Protruding buttocks left and right I draw my sword, prepared for a fight The stench of piss reveals your fright Your asshole’s in for a ride Outside of society Good head, good head |
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34:30 |
Black Metal Ultras
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
H. Desecrator | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Asher | Drums |
A. | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlo Izzo | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tumulash | Cover art |
Marie Buttafoco | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Black Metal Ultras | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Neon moon On top of the ruins Tar thoughts The fortress is brewing My coat and my scarf Are shelter from harm My blade and my chain Burn whiskey and cocaine Black Metal Ultras On the stand On the bleachers At the concerts and pubs You can see us Some friends behind bars Just working for nothing The walls are still screaming Where families have parted One fight, you’re paralyzed One line, you’re out of mind Old mentality, old school and old faces Out of fashion, out of time and out of places Black Metal Ultras This is no discogs, this is not a joke You see it, you buy it, you overdose There’s no going back Fighting boots with tats and drugs Nothing to lose, the time has come To the void to the abyss Black Metal Ultras |
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2. | In the Army of Hell | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
It burns destiny Above the silver paper On my jacket my name I live day by day Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud Ohhhhhhh In hell all in uniform A shotgun, a bed and a hot meal In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse It burns destiny Above the silver paper Drink whiskey and bullets Tighten your boots You tattooed the devil To get you ready Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse |
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3. | Knockout | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
Heart beating like the Panzer Division I’ve taken too much These bitches are watching It’s never enough They told me not to mix shit Sweating, laughing, two lines for a vinyl Just pour me the next drink Just like when it all started, the same mentality, the same stupid fuckface Locked in a shitty hostel room The show was over on a Sunday afternoon Four people I have never seen Three looks dead, one it’s me They call the promoter asking for help The weirdest shit happens only after you’ve left It’s just as real when we come to your town They talk shit about our lyrics but on stage they just drown When I perform I bring hookers and trans, no doubts! I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Just keep hiding behind your screen we will take over, take over your scene Not taking lessons from no one Just bow down if you see me around You said you wanna see me outside You said you got a band, a patch and a website Take a picture with your horns up Can’t you see I’m at the tenth round, It’s almost knockout I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon |
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4. | Death Comes by Limo | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
This shit is pure like snow In elite dressed in black is workin’ secretly Cheap beers, bedless sleeping places Cockroaches are the last to die Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Blood on the doors Hands wrapped with anger Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us And I remember when everything has begun With all the handwritten letters For every drop of ink I struggled for Légion Noire, attittude with stages Full of marshalls Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens |
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5. | 666 Problems | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
When I was young Water was bitter and expensive like champagne Oh sweet purlple, violet codeine in my brain When I was young I used to snort like Maradona And everywhere we went people shouted "No Perdona" And you? Tell me abou you.. When I was young I’d speed away from shows in my Range-Rover Jack Daniels, whores and drugs we would take over When I was young I’d drink so much in parking spaces I know by heart all of the worst drunk faces And you? Tell me abou you.. 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up So cmon show me what you got So cmon! When I was young I’d listen to these records And call collect the devil from a payphone He used to say he’d save a place for me in hell My attitude is always solid gold , while you Sit quiet, what do you know? We grew up with the same old songs But you’re still a virgin and that’s what’s wrong. I’m old now, with a lot of troubles on my mind I sold my vynils and I saw what I had left behind And now, listen... 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up And then one day someone told me Bad guys wear chains with skulls and crosses Not upside down, but golden all the same They have tracksuits and grey hair. So I went to the bar with them To learn to drink and fuck While trying not to get stuck 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked Be my queen |
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6. | Streets & Liers | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Streets & Liers Broken glass Smell of blood Dim lights like churchyard candles in the dark From tall buildings On and off They talk to the streets It’s their signal away from the law Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive That hooker is dead, she got shot That dealer got caught, he’s in lockup Your friend who overdosed was left behind That bottle’s empty, the past is blind The music stops and you’re alone, Sleeping in a car, you’ve been so far Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive Buidings get empty The roads are rotten The dawn is scary Keep your eyes open There’s no going back |
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7. | Die Hard | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
Every time you lost it all And every time you bet your soul Thick scars, few friends Scarface man, lawless land Every time you died alone Every time they’ll never know Ghostly mates and easy lays All my people can relate The Bell is ringing And the hourglass is spinning Remember when we were caught by the man Bones and skulls buried in the sand Blow and money on VHS A Mysticum t-shirt on the local press The Bell is ringing And the ink is sinking We are the devil’s Junkies We are the devil’s bums We’ll die hard and full of hate Fuck the haters, no mistake Getting in through the back door I brought my legion on the floor I heard they’re talking shit about me It’s the bell ring with no name Every time you dress like a clown Black Metal rolls out in your mouth Tapes can’t buy you respect You’re such a fuckin’ cliche. Like the concert or not The point is We just don’t give a fuck |
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8. | Manifesto | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
Sweat from the glass Fire, cold and no pass Everyone’s quiet, the music is off My girl is at home and she waits by the phone Last night the tension was high The parking full of snow And my mates just behind Smell of sulfur, everyday Real life, borderline life Drunk driving Where respect is denied We only play for our people Fights, drugs and sacrifice I’m on stage Death, lies and This is my life Sluts, violence and I’m on the stage Cans and a few wicked people This is my life Pour me the last bottle of gin The sunrise is coming and we’re still locked in Going back with nobody else It’s still raining on this parking lot hell Fuck you, you moron, I sold my tv for more blow And you talk about moral integrity Sick I’m sick to hear you talk, i have better things to do, I’m here for the same reason as you I’m sick of the same old conversations, we’re just drunk we’ve never been friends I’m sick of pats on my back, of people who forgets You’re sick too, of the same old records you made You’re sick too even if you behave I’m not taking no lessons, we’re not part of a team, ever since "in goat we trust" this is where I have been It’s all over, this is the end Everything decays and burns like Alexandria Driving in hell, top down in Santa Monica Until the End drink like a Casamonica |
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9. | Denim Demon (Turbonegro cover) | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
I tried to be part of the scene Bought all the records and magazines But all the kids they put me down Laughed and said I was a clown Said they didn’t want me around Made me feel so all alone But now I’m back with a bang I’ve got my own leather gang And all of them are men And denim’s back again And I am, and I am A Denim Demon Got my own congregation I am a saint for seamen And I am, and I am A Denim Demon You’ve got my penis streaming And your asshole’s screaming "Help!" The day is black, the night is white The disco sun it shines so bright Protruding buttocks left and right I draw my sword, prepared for a fight The stench of piss reveals your fright Your asshole’s in for a ride Outside of society Good head, good head |
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34:30 |
Black Metal Ultras
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
H. Desecrator | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Asher | Drums |
A. | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Dorian Bones | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Carlo Izzo | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tumulash | Cover art |
Marie Buttafoco | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Black Metal Ultras | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Neon moon On top of the ruins Tar thoughts The fortress is brewing My coat and my scarf Are shelter from harm My blade and my chain Burn whiskey and cocaine Black Metal Ultras On the stand On the bleachers At the concerts and pubs You can see us Some friends behind bars Just working for nothing The walls are still screaming Where families have parted One fight, you’re paralyzed One line, you’re out of mind Old mentality, old school and old faces Out of fashion, out of time and out of places Black Metal Ultras This is no discogs, this is not a joke You see it, you buy it, you overdose There’s no going back Fighting boots with tats and drugs Nothing to lose, the time has come To the void to the abyss Black Metal Ultras |
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2. | In the Army of Hell | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
It burns destiny Above the silver paper On my jacket my name I live day by day Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud Ohhhhhhh In hell all in uniform A shotgun, a bed and a hot meal In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse It burns destiny Above the silver paper Drink whiskey and bullets Tighten your boots You tattooed the devil To get you ready Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse |
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3. | Knockout | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
Heart beating like the Panzer Division I’ve taken too much These bitches are watching It’s never enough They told me not to mix shit Sweating, laughing, two lines for a vinyl Just pour me the next drink Just like when it all started, the same mentality, the same stupid fuckface Locked in a shitty hostel room The show was over on a Sunday afternoon Four people I have never seen Three looks dead, one it’s me They call the promoter asking for help The weirdest shit happens only after you’ve left It’s just as real when we come to your town They talk shit about our lyrics but on stage they just drown When I perform I bring hookers and trans, no doubts! I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Just keep hiding behind your screen we will take over, take over your scene Not taking lessons from no one Just bow down if you see me around You said you wanna see me outside You said you got a band, a patch and a website Take a picture with your horns up Can’t you see I’m at the tenth round, It’s almost knockout I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon Knockout baby, Knockout c’mon |
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4. | Death Comes by Limo | 04:18 | Show lyrics |
This shit is pure like snow In elite dressed in black is workin’ secretly Cheap beers, bedless sleeping places Cockroaches are the last to die Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Blood on the doors Hands wrapped with anger Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us And I remember when everything has begun With all the handwritten letters For every drop of ink I struggled for Légion Noire, attittude with stages Full of marshalls Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens |
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5. | 666 Problems | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
When I was young Water was bitter and expensive like champagne Oh sweet purlple, violet codeine in my brain When I was young I used to snort like Maradona And everywhere we went people shouted "No Perdona" And you? Tell me abou you.. When I was young I’d speed away from shows in my Range-Rover Jack Daniels, whores and drugs we would take over When I was young I’d drink so much in parking spaces I know by heart all of the worst drunk faces And you? Tell me abou you.. 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up So cmon show me what you got So cmon! When I was young I’d listen to these records And call collect the devil from a payphone He used to say he’d save a place for me in hell My attitude is always solid gold , while you Sit quiet, what do you know? We grew up with the same old songs But you’re still a virgin and that’s what’s wrong. I’m old now, with a lot of troubles on my mind I sold my vynils and I saw what I had left behind And now, listen... 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So cmon just stay a little and you’ll give up And then one day someone told me Bad guys wear chains with skulls and crosses Not upside down, but golden all the same They have tracksuits and grey hair. So I went to the bar with them To learn to drink and fuck While trying not to get stuck 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won’t let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I’m Charlie Sheen in this scene, you’re fucked Be my queen |
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Side B | |||
6. | Streets & Liers | 03:53 | Show lyrics |
Streets & Liers Broken glass Smell of blood Dim lights like churchyard candles in the dark From tall buildings On and off They talk to the streets It’s their signal away from the law Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive That hooker is dead, she got shot That dealer got caught, he’s in lockup Your friend who overdosed was left behind That bottle’s empty, the past is blind The music stops and you’re alone, Sleeping in a car, you’ve been so far Fire to the liers Lucifer claims Between the lines We’re still alive Fire to the liers Fire to the liers Fire to the liers We’re still alive Buidings get empty The roads are rotten The dawn is scary Keep your eyes open There’s no going back |
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7. | Die Hard | 04:00 | Show lyrics |
Every time you lost it all And every time you bet your soul Thick scars, few friends Scarface man, lawless land Every time you died alone Every time they’ll never know Ghostly mates and easy lays All my people can relate The Bell is ringing And the hourglass is spinning Remember when we were caught by the man Bones and skulls buried in the sand Blow and money on VHS A Mysticum t-shirt on the local press The Bell is ringing And the ink is sinking We are the devil’s Junkies We are the devil’s bums We’ll die hard and full of hate Fuck the haters, no mistake Getting in through the back door I brought my legion on the floor I heard they’re talking shit about me It’s the bell ring with no name Every time you dress like a clown Black Metal rolls out in your mouth Tapes can’t buy you respect You’re such a fuckin’ cliche. Like the concert or not The point is We just don’t give a fuck |
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8. | Manifesto | 04:37 | Show lyrics |
Sweat from the glass Fire, cold and no pass Everyone’s quiet, the music is off My girl is at home and she waits by the phone Last night the tension was high The parking full of snow And my mates just behind Smell of sulfur, everyday Real life, borderline life Drunk driving Where respect is denied We only play for our people Fights, drugs and sacrifice I’m on stage Death, lies and This is my life Sluts, violence and I’m on the stage Cans and a few wicked people This is my life Pour me the last bottle of gin The sunrise is coming and we’re still locked in Going back with nobody else It’s still raining on this parking lot hell Fuck you, you moron, I sold my tv for more blow And you talk about moral integrity Sick I’m sick to hear you talk, i have better things to do, I’m here for the same reason as you I’m sick of the same old conversations, we’re just drunk we’ve never been friends I’m sick of pats on my back, of people who forgets You’re sick too, of the same old records you made You’re sick too even if you behave I’m not taking no lessons, we’re not part of a team, ever since "in goat we trust" this is where I have been It’s all over, this is the end Everything decays and burns like Alexandria Driving in hell, top down in Santa Monica Until the End drink like a Casamonica |
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31:34 |
Worms, Blood & Pills
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Whiskey Ritual - The Worm | 03:43 | |
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2. | Whiskey Ritual - Somebody Put Something in My Drink (Ramones cover) | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Somebody Somebody Put Something In My Drink Somebody Another night out on the street Stopping for my usual seat Oh, bartender, please Tanqueray and tonic’s my favorite drink I don’t like anything colored pink That just stinks... it’s not for me It feels like somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something Blurred vision and dirty thoughts Feel out of place, very distraught Feel something coming on Kick the jukebox, slam the floor Drink, drink, drink, drink some more I can’t think Hey! What’s in this drink? Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something in my drink... in my drink... in my drink... in my drink So you think it’s funny A college prank Goin’ insane for something to drink Feel a little dry Oh, I couldn’t care what you think of me Cause somebody put something in my drink I can’t think Hey! Give me a drink somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink... in my drink... in my drink... in my drink |
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Side B | |||
3. | Surge Assault - Fire Purifier | 04:03 | |
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4. | Surge Assault - Black Infinite Force | 02:42 | |
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14:06 |
Worms, Blood & Pills
Tracks | |||
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1. | Whiskey Ritual - The Worm | 03:43 | |
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2. | Whiskey Ritual - Somebody Put Something in My Drink (Ramones cover) | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Somebody Somebody Put Something In My Drink Somebody Another night out on the street Stopping for my usual seat Oh, bartender, please Tanqueray and tonic’s my favorite drink I don’t like anything colored pink That just stinks... it’s not for me It feels like somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something Blurred vision and dirty thoughts Feel out of place, very distraught Feel something coming on Kick the jukebox, slam the floor Drink, drink, drink, drink some more I can’t think Hey! What’s in this drink? Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something in my drink... in my drink... in my drink... in my drink So you think it’s funny A college prank Goin’ insane for something to drink Feel a little dry Oh, I couldn’t care what you think of me Cause somebody put something in my drink I can’t think Hey! Give me a drink somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something Somebody put something in my drink... in my drink... in my drink... in my drink |
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3. | Surge Assault - Fire Purifier | 04:03 | |
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4. | Surge Assault - Black Infinite Force | 02:42 | |
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