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Dirty Tricks
02:03
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Hit it hard and dirty, to see you running
Wrong side of a dirty fuckin trick
We stay to see you running, useless piece of shit
Walk and dont look back
No difference between how you look and how you act
Dirty tricks
You will pay for this forever
Keep on lying, what you get?
Read again the warning letter
One more step and you are dead
Let's go!
One more step and you are dead
Lifeless body an the deadest end
Play me one more trick and you are dead, you piece of shit
You're living just to hate everything and everybody around you
Look at your self
You're worthless
But learn to respect!
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Like no other Terror
04:36
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I wasn't born to commit suicide
My heart's pumpin', full of pride
I'll make it through the horror of living
Respect, forget or forgiving?
I still believe in that lost human figure
Pushed back and denied by the mirror
Reflected by my stoned eyes
A moment please, my blood is getting wise:
Chorus:
Bet on your life, we become than
Full of might, like no other
Bet on your life, we become than full of might
Bet on life, we become than full of might
On the side, my dead father'standing close
Bet on life we become than full of might
On the side, my dead father'standing close
This is for the souls who got nothing to loose
Enjoy addiction, despise the abuse
Motivated, dominated, what do you choose?
Clinical death by unconscious demand
Nobody dies, united we stand
Comeback to life, to win the tournament
Control the hate, attack at my command like no other!
Recieve the penalty
Shame, the only witness
That fact will kill the testifier
Pride,as a weakness
Once dead, you wont be a fuckin liar
So face the terror...
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I'll put those bodies into grime and silence
Revolt to missiles - this aint yet violence
Like a prophet, i worship your grave while u rest in a fuckin' coffin
Cut throat, no mercy involved, head crushed like a muffin'
Smacking you to pieces
Puts a happy face, to my illness
I'm the butcher from the getto, u cant find my weakness
The motivation in considering a bullet waste situation
Had never come, will never come
From the supreme life taking, bloody muthafuckin creation
Yo forensics, that biggot had to die
Day by day we pray for a new ammo suply
So anyhow on your head, the red point shows disrespect
Chorus:
The hands are washed, the blood is gone
There's no evidence and this is fun
True to your doctrine
We will meet again, on the crime scene
The pigs are starving while his soul's attached to shit
Like Johnnie Walker, keep on walking straight to hell with full benefit
Lifetime knife insurance makes survival chances zero
Have'nt you heard? we dont need another hero
Put your hands, your life, your greed, where I can see them
Transaction guaranteed, those pigs were mine, I will feed them
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Stronger Collapse
02:08
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5. |
Not for Sale
03:28
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Exitus
01:29
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Dead End
03:17
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Chorus:
Dead end, in the front of eternity
Comin' back to fuck the law
A better view for you and me
Who stands upon my sunshine?
On the streets I grew to seek the true
Shelter for what I call faith
Is my choice, don't tell me what to do
Nothing else but pain surrounds us
Suffer in silence and tell me when
We will fight against our condition
Dont allow history to repeat again
No more false ideology
I was beaten to the bone
By the dogs who got the power
To manipulate me and my son
My reply, remain the same
Fearless till the end
I got my finger on the trigga'
From now on you'l only see this
On the streets I grew up, I had to stay tough, enough
On the list, angry fists, what they say?
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Corrupted Trauma
03:19
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One chance to gain control
Seek your downfall
Rotten in my soul
Forever above all
How dou you want it, dont live in the past
That broken body wasnt build to last
Pray for nothing, time is running fast
What dou you know, here's a second, let it go
Strange opinions aren't accepted so
I turned my back no illusions anymore
Afraid to die, my last answer - no
Chorus:
One chance to gain control
Above the masses
Seek your downfall
The scars, the vengeance
Rotten in my soul
Corrupted trauma
Above all
Corrupted trauma rotten in my soul
The scars, the vengeance, forever above all
Strike down the cowards
Once beaten, twice be gone
Strike down the liars
Face down, no chances son, face down!
From the chaos, from my sins, from that light that's still alive
Infected dreams
Face down, no chances son
Corrupted trauma.
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No loss for me
I confront that day
Realise the danger
Destroy the way
Force me to pay
Inflict the anger
Where is the truth
You lied, you should have
Not betrayed me
Tears falling down
Senseless for love
Beretta gun shot
Chorus:
Revenge I seek for those who bleed for soul integrity
Denial of my brother, bring me back yesterday!
Revenge I seek for those who bleed for soul integrity
Denial of my brother, bring me back yesterday!
Bring it back!
No friends to trust
Prevents you from being
Useless and false
React you must
We're holding the key
There is no loss
Bound eyes, blackness I see
Walk down, down on me
Please watch, watch my wounds
How do you think this sounds?
No friends to trust, alone I must
No, that was yesterday!
Useless and false cry for the loss
No, that was yesterday!
Realise,destroy, react
But you cannot bring it back!
I have to put my life
I've got to put it back on track
I have to put my life back on track, now!
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11. |
S is for Sativa
02:12
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12. |
Early 90's Beatdown
02:48
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Their law is filled with inconvenience
Many years of pain, and delayed sequence
Regress of communism to false democracy
Early 90's felt like a brutal surgery
Fight for freedom at least one day one hour
Raise your fists again, reclaim the power
Remember the glory we have to maintain
Lead your beliefs to victory or fall in shame, c'mon!
Chorus:
Our sins made the law
Watch our nation's downfall, deflagration
Confession of true meanings
I got no fealings
Walk away, watch their slaughter, wrong creation
Step up, FDHC
Above your fake redemption
Thoughts that will dominate
Masacrate without regret
Think twice before you react
If you obey them, you're an acomplice
Make no abuse against your brothers
Face yourself and break the pattern
Early 90's beatdown, how could this happen'?
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First Division Bucharest, Romania
Born and raised on the ancient banks of the Danube river in Braila - Romania,
First Divison has started in 2006 as
team of four guys, blending in the music they create, a maelstrom of hardcore&metal gun riffage with thrashy groove
drums, bass like a crowbar and heavy takeover vocals, all bound in a massive
beatdown with a hint of rapcore vibes.
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