Bunker Gate 7  1997

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Bunker gate 7 (German texture)

Hier stehe ich mit den Händen voll Blut
Und trage in mir eine beißende Wut
Du sagtest du wolltest den Körper von mir
Und ich gab dir alles gerad wie ein Tier

Ich kann nicht ertragen zu sehen dich leben
So komm her zu mir lass dir den Todeskuss geben
Viele lockte ich schon in den grausamen Tod
Und auch du wirst verfaulen in der Kammer der Not

Winsel um gnade oder schrei es hinaus
Es gibt keine Hoffnung du kommst niemals mehr raus
Denn hier ist dein ende und ich werde es lieben
Zu weiden dich aus am Bunkertor 7

Bunkertor 7
Am Bunker Tor 7

Die ratten sie dürsten nach Fleisch und nach blut
Dein Kadaver zerfleischt er verbrennt in der Glut
Ich sorge mich nicht ein neues Opfer zu seh'n
Denn auch sie sind so blind mit mir hierher zu geh'n

Winsel um gnade oder schrei es hinaus
Es gibt keine Hoffnung du kommst niemals mehr raus
Denn hier ist dein ende und ich werde es lieben
Zu weiden dich aus am Bunkertor 7

Bunkertor 7
Am Bunkertor 7

Glaub' an mich ich kriege dich
With dried blood on my hands
Am Bunkertor 7

Capital punishment (original)

Waiting as a damned man waiting for a sign
Waiting for the hangman waiting in dark time

Capital punishment for me capital punishment for I have sinned
Capital punishment for me capital punishment for I was wrong

Waiting in your cold cell waiting for a sign
Waiting in your cold hell waiting for the chime

Capital punishment for you capital punishment for you have sinned
Capital punishment for you capital punishment for you were wrong

Let us pray

Father we're so close to death you told us this time would come
We were full of scorn now we see the wrong deeds bloom
You told us that we were wrong

Father do you hear us at all
Oh you must be there you were always there
Father it nearly seems to me there's no answering
Are you gone you are gone

Capital punishment for me capital punishment for I have sinned
Capital punishment for you capital punishment for you have sinned
Capital punishment for us capital punishment for we have sinned

Take a look at the sky can you see a God
Once when he was there we had a chance one chance
But a long time ago he was left alone
By his own mankind and so he died

Goodbye my love

Capital punishment for me
Capital punishment for all

Die in winter (extended remix)

The time has come to close your eyes
Time has come to realize
Time has come for saddling down
Time has come in sleep to drown from life
From your life, from life, this is your life
From life, this is your life, from life, this was your life

If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, if you should die
Die in winter, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, if you should die
Die in winter, die in winter

Die in winter

The time has come to breathe no more
Time has come to see God's shore
Time has come to realize
Time has come to pay the price for life
For your life, for life, for your life
For life, this is your life, for life, this was your life

If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, If you should die
Die in winter, die in winter

Die in winter

Come to me, you are the chosen
You will see your eyes stay frozen
Black coffin waits for only a chance
To pick you up, oh what a romance in life
In your life, In your life, once in your life
Once in your life, this is your life, this was your life, this was your life

If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, if you should die
Die in winter, die in winter

Die in winter

You will live on in people's mind
Though for a minute of mankind
Nature it dies in winter too
But will be awoken in contrast to you

If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, die in winter
If you should die, if you should die
Die in winter, die in winter

Die in winter

In winter

Dying culture  (second movement)

Dying culture, don't abuse me, you'll need me soon
Fighting for you, I'll tear up your bodies
Taste the sweet smell of blood
Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring
Dying culture, no more money counts
Only a fear of senseless praying

Dying culture, dying culture, dying culture.....
Your blood on my hands
Nightmare, nightmare, blood on my hands
Culture, culture, culture, culture

Dying culture, was there an ending, what was on your mind
Your own breed collapsed, suffered from cancer
Taste the sweet smell of plague
Dying culture, it's the last time I squirt the poison of truth
Into your swelled body, In your swelled body.....

Dying culture, dying culture, dying culture.....
Your blood on my hands
Nightmare, nightmare, blood on my hands
culture, culture, culture, culture

No one will stop me, the blossom of death
So feel my cape covering mankind
No one will stop me, the blossom of death
So feel my cape covering mankind

Dying culture, dying culture, dying culture.....
Your blood on my hands
Blood on my hands, blood on my hands
On my hands
Dying culture, your blood on my hands
Fuck you
Dying culture, dying culture, dying culture
Your blood on my hands
On my hands

Tell me why (original)

So this is life
The normal way
Was there a sign
All through the day
I can't find a sense for living
While the people smile and cry
They don't give a damn about me
No they do not even try

Is there a God or ss there a solution
Farewell to you I've made this consulucion
To switch off pain when my nerves are torn
My body it hurts 'cause it's old and worn
Cancer eats my limbs intestines and meat
Mortal remains kept by mechanical beat
So you can't help me even if you try
You might think of me please tell me why

Tell me why tell me why

Tell me why is existence so dark for me
Tell me why should I come back to life for free
Tell me why do you want me to get up again
Tell me why should I follow the advice of men

Don't ask me why

Torn skin (original)

I wonder which you are ?
I saw you
A masochists guilt a masochists guilt

But this guilty life for (now) will have to do
The nature of doubt, the nature of doubt

Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around
You will get it back when your corpse is found

Being cut-off by chants among the darkest skies
Cattle trace in the blood, cattle trace in the blood
I am caught by (the) lunacy a fever finds
Reacts in the mud, reacts in the mud

Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around
You will get it back when your corpse is found

It was out in the rain
It was out in the game
Can you remember her name?

Follow the way, her love will find a will
Follow the way, her love will find a will
Follow the way, her love will find a will
Follow the way, follow my way...

We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow...

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