A keresés eredménye

Commando X

Commando, Commando X
 
Commando, Commando, Commando X
 
There is no alternative
The future is primitive
A life is going to cost lives.
 
I have liquidated the empathy
The code-word is discipline
For a cold-hammered war machine
 
I am the unknown soldier
A one man army
Never heard and never seen
 
It pumps through the veins
War is in the genes
And I am fucking prepared
 
Commando, Commando X
 
Commando, Commando, Commando X
 
I act outside without control
No orders make a difference
No maintenance needed
 
Without electrical energy
With iron age technology
As the survival strategy
 
I am the cold response
An army by myself
Armed from top to toe
 
Shooting, running, hand to hand
Each move another tooth
To become hardened raw costs
 
Commando, Commando
Warrior without a name
I gave myself to the war
And brought me to it's lap
Commando, Commando
Acting on reflex
Look how the hawk fights and instincts awake
Stay on guard for six o'clock
There stands commando X
 
Commando, Commando X
 
Commando, Commando, Commando X
 
I am the unknown soldier
The cold response
On a violent odyssey
Sweaty, bloody, hungry, cold
Behind the next frozen pine tree
Waits a one man army
 
Commando, Commando
Warrior without a name
I gave myself to the war
And brought me to it's lap
Commando, Commando
Acting on reflex
Look how the hawk fights and instincts awake
Stay on guard for six o'clock
There stands commando X
 
Commando, Commando X
 
Commando, Commando, Commando X
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The last bullet

Versions: #2
I have a special little trick,
When the last bang becomes a click,
The day my uproar sees an end,
And it is time for my demise.
 
You have stolen everything from me,
I have paid thousandfold,
But when my resort has been erased,
And my stock of lead and gun powder,
Has begun to near it's end.
 
The last bullet I have saved,
The one that shall end my days,
If you steal anything else,
The remaining zest of life I have,
The last bullet I have saved.
 
Wherever went reason and common sense ?
They suffocated in pestilential air,
Everything was changed to an iron fist authority,
But the last words have been said.
 
I will never ever give in!
Here you shall never come in!
As many as I can I shall bring down with me
I retreat no more,
I won't live on with you!
 
The last bullet I have saved,
The one that shall end my days,
If you steal anything else,
The remaining zest of life I have,
The last bullet I have saved.
 
The last bullet I have saved,
The one that shall end my days,
If you steal anything else,
The remaining zest of life I have,
The last bullet I have saved,
 
The last bullet I have saved,
The last bullet I have saved.
 

Bothniablod

Versions: #2
Lyrics:
 
Here screams the northerner like a bear on the tundra
Here snow whips your madness hard as inlandsice
Here northern lights awake our awe and wonder
And here survival has a price
Yes here survival has a price
 
The wolf in the pack who doesn’t contribute on the hunt
Forfeits the right to crawl into the lair
For they who stray from the hard pact
He is condemned and dies alone
Yeah he’s condemned and dies alone
 
But nothing can ever change that
We stand on ancestors’ land
The gods watch over us tonight
Still life’s flame shines bright
In cold and storm hunt hungry wolves
In ancestral paths runs Bothnian blood
In twisted jaws that tear and rip
Death becomes strength and the will to live
Bothnian blood.
 
You don’t believe our lives are anything else
But a fight for survival every day
You dwell in darkness that’s forever damned
And in darkness life’s flame grows weak
Yes in darkness life’s flame grows weak
 
But nothing can ever change that
We stand on ancestors’ land
The gods watch over us tonight
Still life’s flame shines bright
In cold and storm hunt hungry wolves
In ancestral paths runs Bothnian blood
In twisted jaws that tear and rip
Death becomes strength and the will to live
Bothnian blood.
 
No nothing can ever change that
We stand on ancestors’ land
The gods watch over us tonight
Still life’s flame shines bright
In cold and storm hunt hungry wolves
In ancestral paths runs Bothnian blood
In twisted jaws that tear and rip
Death becomes strength and the will to live
Bothnian blood.