1. |
Smell Of Perdition
06:00
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Vinyl, CD’s
Tapes, DVD’s, t-shirts
Sweatshirts, babydolls
Buttons, stickers, patches
Coasters, posters
Messenger bags
Beanies and caps
Leather and vegan belts
Wristbands, chokers
Wallets and chains
G-strings and boxers
And more and more
And more and more and more
And more and more
What’s that smell?
Your burning ambitions
Drive you insane
Smells like perdition
Who is to blame?
Mishaps, losses
Broken tires and promises
Wicked wild rides
Across the frigid homeland
Waking up hungover
I think my head will crack
Cutting fat white lines
Gotta be back on track
For desperate crusaders
Metal is a church
We’re not some travelling traders
Foisting fucking merch
...or are we?
Still of all the addictions
Addiction to fame
Burns like perdition
Who is to blame?
Such a waste of fabric, such a waste of time
Such a piece of plastic you are, a waste of a rhyme…
Slime!
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2. |
No Speed Limits
02:49
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Tonight is the night
Let your wheels burn
Tonight is the night
You take shit from no one
The time has come
For your foes to learn
Pedal to the metal
The race is on
You bring death to false idols
Cause they won’t self destruct
You bring death to their crowds
Everybody gets fucked
The time has come
For the rise of the black swan
Pedal to the metal
The race is on
Blood and guts
Are paving your way
You’re leaving behind
Only twisted wrecks to decay
The sound of crashing metal
Blazing are the trails of fate
No one can get in your way
You’re dashing to the gate
Scoring the highest
Roadkill rate
No speed limits!
No speed limits!
No speed limits!
No speed limits!
No speed limits!
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Покинув пики в облаках парящих гор
Летит стальная птица — стальной орел
Стальной орел — предсмертное видение
Чья тень растет, неся последнее затмение
Клинком свободы разит орел
Покинув пики в облаках парящих гор
Нас настигая, стальной орел
Летит стрелой сквозь время
Минуют эры на его стальном пути
История миров в бесконечной памяти
Славу и руины забытых королевств
Атомные бури, обрушения небес
Мегакатастрофы во имя перемены мест
Все это он видел и увидит вновь
Преодолевая рубежи веков
Смерть богов и казни бешеных сатрапов
Клинком свободы разит орел
Покинув пики в облаках парящих гор
Нас настигая, стальной орел
Летит стрелой сквозь время
Стальной орел
Стальной орел
Стальной орел
Стальной орел
Стальной!
Минуют эры на его стальном пути
История миров в бесконечной памяти
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4. |
Hitman
06:07
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I am — I’m a murder business marvel
I am — a blood-painting Raphael
I, who keeps all operations silent
The ambassador of Hell
The stuff of legends, I am the best
Whispered rumours come loud and run fast
Lord, keep bloodhounds away from my door
Unsuspected — hitman
Unexpected — hitman
Unsuspected — hitman, hitman
Unexpected kill
No! No luck — another bargain struck
No! No luck — another sentence carried out
It’s never a matter of luck
Never a shade of doubt
Unsuspected — hitman
Unexpected — hitman
Unsuspected — hitman, hitman
Unexpected kill
In times when ugly ideas hit ugly heads
Whispered rumours come loud and run fast
Lord helps me aim
Lord keeps bloodhounds away
From my door
Some wonder who’s responsible for bringing
This monstrosity into being
Who’s been that merciless to bring ‘em
Mad demons of atrocity into being
Aim, shoot and kill
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5. |
Don't Cry Blues
05:35
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Do we have any moaners
In the audience tonight?
There’s a couple of options
To bring back your appetite for life
First — you don’t cry murder
When dealing with bad news
You gotta get out from under
So, second — stop crying blues
Late night shifts
Shams and bar fights
The city’s a snakepit
Hate heals, love bites
So we just try harder
Even it’s no use
And we don’t cry murder
We don’t cry blues
Sometimes no help is coming
In this endless rush
Tragedies are sudden
Like a meteor crash
But we just try harder
To light this short fuse
And we don’t cry murder
We don’t cry blues
They’ll be casting you down to Hell
If you don’t fight back
So fight back
Fight back!
They’ll try to make you dwell
Under their shadow
So be first to attack
Attack!
Tried once — knocked down
Tried twice — no dice
The hell-bent win crowns
And they pay blood price
They don’t cry blues
They don’t cry blues
They don’t cry blues
They’ll be casting you down to Hell
If you don’t fight back
So fight back
Fight back!
They’ll try to make you dwell
Under their shadow
So be first to attack
Attack!
Sometimes no help is coming
And in this endless rush
Death comes sudden
Like a meteor crash
But we must try harder
To light this short fuse
So you don’t cry murder
And don’t cry blues
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6. |
Slave To Haze
05:59
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Headbangin’ to Orgazmotron all day long (that’s what I like)
Raisin’ hell to Hell Patrol all night long (that’s what I like)
Up in smoke all day long in my lair
Banging my bong all night long — I’m beyond repair
The shit’s got ten times stronger than in your days
You control me no longer — I’m a slave to haze
You control me no longer — I’m a slave to haze
Evergreen I’m a freedom machine bangin’ my head (and I’m all right)
Got medicine for any spleen — bong in my hand (and I’m all right)
This time you gotta keep off the grass
Stick your experience up your ass (suck my fuck!)
The shit’s got ten times stronger than in your days
You control me no longer — I’m a slave to haze
You control me no longer — I’m a slave to...
Eerie nightscapes
Visions of distant doom
Enslave me
There is no escape
None of what you got
Can save me
You control me no longer
You control me no longer
You control me no longer
Headbangin’ to Orgazmotron all day long (that’s what I like)
Raisin’ hell to Hell Patrol all night long (that’s what I like)
Up in smoke all day long in my lair
Banging my bong all night long — I’m beyond repair
The shit’s got ten times stronger than in your days
You control me no longer — I’m a slave to haze
You control me no longer — I’m a slave to haze
I’m ablaze
I’m ablaze
I’m ablaze
I’m ablaze
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8. |
Evil Wench
05:19
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I need a day without your swagger
Need it like a fix
A day without your anger
Then a day without your tricks
I need a week without your bitchery
And your lousy cooking skills
So tired of keeping company
With misery on high heels
I need a break without a reason
Way to many reasons to name
I need another season
Before I’m back in the game
I need a year without your paranoid
Getting on my case
I got a five year plan to avoid
Seeing your evil face
Hey wench, you’re evil and drunk
What do you want from me again?
I gotta get rid of you somehow
For the rest of my days
I need a space without your presence
Way too simple but so hard to find
So sick of being jealous
About not being deaf and blind
Hey wench, you’re evil and drunk
What do you want from me again?
I gotta get rid of you somehow
For the rest of my days
Ooh-ooh-oh
Do I miss that evil face?
Ooh-ooh-oh
No I don’t miss that evil face
Fuck no!
I need a day without your swagger
Need it like a fix
A day without your anger
Then a day without your tricks
I need a week without your bitchery
And your lousy cooking skills
So tired of keeping company
With misery on high heels
Hey wench, you’re evil and drunk
What do you want from me again?
I gotta get rid of you somehow
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
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IRON DRIVER Saint Petersburg, Russia
Representing NWORHM - the New Wave Of Russian Heavy Metal. Powerslaving, iron fisting and screaming for fucking vengeance.
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