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Infectious
03:50
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Some call it "apocalypse,
Others call it "curse":
Unknown infection virus
Is spread all over the Earth.
Time has come for everyone
To see death's face.
Virus now will certainly
Destroy the human race!
It is damnation,
Seek no salvation!
Widespread infection
Virus ejection
Infectious! – x2
Streets are turning empty, lifeless
People start to rot.
Everything is punished by
Infectious holocaust.
Won't you answer question
As it looks into your eyes:
Seeking for salvation now,
Do money have its price?
Virus is inclined
To destroy mankind.
Disease from hell,
Evil spell.
Infectious! – x2
Some call it "apocalypse",
Others call it "curse".
Bodies without feelings
Now live here. What could be worse?
They will stay here till the end
Of their eternal days.
Once there were used to be called "Human race"!
Apocalypse now,
No life is found.
Nothing is left,
Infection spread!
Infectious! – x2
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For Those 'Bout To Mosh
03:22
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“Satan’s feast”
– that’s how it’s called by your mom,
But you just call it
“Good friendly violent fun”.
The evil starts tonight,
Go, dive from that stage!
That’s the only place where you
Can display your friendly rage.
The crowd is now insane,
The band is giving hell,
Guitars, drums and bass,
And the singer starts to yell.
You really love this place,
It’s now your second home,
And thrashers are your family,
You’ll never be alone!
You cause the clash
You thrash the trash
For those 'bout to mosh
For those 'bout to mosh!
Another face you smash!
You make another clash!
Your body turns to ash!
You were born to thrash!
For those about to mosh,
For those about to slam,
If you don't know the rules,
You'd should not play the game.
Don't start to cry if blood
Runs out from your nose,
That's the rules of slamming,
That everybody knows.
Moshing, stage diving,
Slamming, circle pit,
That's what we are bonded by,
We are made of it!
We are good old friends
From our own world,
We're fueled by fire,
We're bonded by blood!
We cause the clash
We thrash the trash
For those 'bout to mosh
For those 'bout to mosh!
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Wash Away That Day
03:46
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Wash away that day
Cold rain fall on face
Only this part won't be the same
Follow the noises, drunk melodies
Only tomorrow I can breath
Fuckin illusion, dreams can't be true
This disappointment better than you
Scars don't remind us, just stupid scars
I wanna kill someone, kill you at last
I don't need reason to rush
I don't need reason to turn into ash
All I know - I don't wanna stay blues
Wash away that day when I met you
Runaway to nowhere
Nothing excite me like first time
But sometimes rock shows
Drunks and fighting make me fucking flight
This just little piece of shit
Kiss me last time, give me print
This just little piece of shit
Kiss me last time, give me print
I don't need reason to rush
I don't need reason to turn into ash
All I know - I don't wanna stay blues
Wash away that day when I met you
This just little peace, piece of shit
Life is little piece, piece of shit
Fuck this little piece, piece of shit
Fuck this little piece, piece of shit
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