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Sunday, December 02, 2007

Black Sabbath - War Pigs

It may be a bit early, but this is definitely,
like many would agree, my ord song!
Fuck you Sierra Alpha Foxtrot,
Fuck you Papa Alpha Papa,
Fuck you governmental bastard infidels!
FUCK YOU ALL AND GOOD NIGHT

ORD MOTHERFUCKERS!


BLACK SABBATH
WAR PIGS

Generals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord Yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away

They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave thier role to the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their empower minds,

Making war just for fun

Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'til their judgement day comes, yeah

Now in darkness world stops turning,

Ashes were the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the War Pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord Yeah!
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Flight Of The Icarus
Iron Maiden

As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill,
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.

His eyes are a blaze,
See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I'll fly!

His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream,
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly, touch the sun.