

First real black metal song on here, nice! Also, it's NSBM (National Socialist Black Metal), for those who might be curious.
While I don't support this philosophy, and it doesn't reflect the personal beliefs of this page, Vasory has a right to express his opinions, and he's written a really cool song here.
Category Music / Rock
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Size 50 x 50px
File Size 8.78 MB
The racism wave will be carried by across Russia
Train of murders, torments and violence
Over the great country threat has hung
The black louse, damned splinter to Suppurate - not to etch, beat - not to destroy
To push to frighten - rage in them to multiply
To kill - then them becomes less
The fear will blow up in their eyes
Hand wave - as a symbol immortality gesture
Condemned men welcome you Only taste of a victory наслаждает White
Only blood lust urges to battle
Wars will be live, нечеловек will be won
Vile spawn of monkeys, bough of a creature I hate to Shoot, punish, hang up
Their death the price of our revenge Searches, wanderings, meetings, partings,
Falling, loneliness, when, when,
When all it will come to an end Wallowed in bog, увязли in viscous weight
Hands in blood and clay - Hospital attendants of Race
Early to surrender to wars, our enemy isn't wounded yet
For the Earth for Race we will rise Vile creations of monkeys to Kill - then them becomes less
The fear will blow up in their eyes
Hand wave - as a symbol immortality gesture
Condemned men I welcome you
PROMT
Train of murders, torments and violence
Over the great country threat has hung
The black louse, damned splinter to Suppurate - not to etch, beat - not to destroy
To push to frighten - rage in them to multiply
To kill - then them becomes less
The fear will blow up in their eyes
Hand wave - as a symbol immortality gesture
Condemned men welcome you Only taste of a victory наслаждает White
Only blood lust urges to battle
Wars will be live, нечеловек will be won
Vile spawn of monkeys, bough of a creature I hate to Shoot, punish, hang up
Their death the price of our revenge Searches, wanderings, meetings, partings,
Falling, loneliness, when, when,
When all it will come to an end Wallowed in bog, увязли in viscous weight
Hands in blood and clay - Hospital attendants of Race
Early to surrender to wars, our enemy isn't wounded yet
For the Earth for Race we will rise Vile creations of monkeys to Kill - then them becomes less
The fear will blow up in their eyes
Hand wave - as a symbol immortality gesture
Condemned men I welcome you
PROMT
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