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Napalm Death: "Leaders Not Followers" – 1999

энциклопедия: Napalm Death

Состав группы:

  • Barney Greenway – вокал
  • Danny Herrera – ударные
  • Jesse Pintado – гитара
  • Mitch Harris – гитара
  • Shane Embury – бас

Napalm Death: "Leaders Not Followers" – 1999

Композиции:

  1. Politicians
  2. Incinerator
  3. Demonic Possession
  4. Maggots In Your Coffin
  5. Back From The Dead
  6. Nazi Punks Fuck Off

Лирика

1. Politicians

оригинал: Raw Power

Now you are screaming in pain
They are striking you on your face
Their bombs, money and power
They are stepping over you
The dreams of the crowd
Are used to make them strong
Elections, discussions, and conferences
Are the reasons for the street violence
You could be just a number
You could be just a vote
But you are also the reason of their desperation
Politicians, you are shit
Politicians, you are crap
Politicians, you sons of bitches
Outlaws, are you still stealing?
You have to die, yes alright
You will die, yes, die

2. Incinerator

оригинал: Slaughter

Make way for the Incinerator...

In suits they were dressed,
when the button was pressed
they fed upon semen,
the governments a demon
they left us bleeding and sore,
in the hands of the incinerator

In the bible we looked
while our cities all cooked
the mutants didn`t learn
towards Satan they turned
while the wind ripped and tore
from the wrath of the incinerator

Incinerator
wood for a feast
Incinerator
when you expect it least
Incinerator
didn`t learn from the past
Incinerator
to nuclear war we`re cast...

And now the molds cast from mistakes of the past
we`re all melting in this hot cauldron of sin
and through all his blood and gore comes the incinerator

3. Demonic Possession

оригинал: Pentagram

Exorcised By A High Priest
Your Body Writhes In Pain
Possessed By The Seven Demons
Which Are Conjured Away

As He Speaks The Holy Words
Your Limbs Contract And Ache
Inhuman Growls Escape Your Throat
You Can't Spell This Plague

The Crucifix Touches Your Head
It Lacerates The Flesh
Your Face Is Horribly Deformed
Your Skin Darkens And Smells

Holy Water Burns Your Skin
The Torment's In Your Eyes
Your Twisted Flesh Starts To Rot
Though You Are Still Alive

Floating High In The Air
Held By Demon's Hand
Invisible Force From Below
Enslaving Mortal Men

Endless Wisdom In His Words
Predict And Reveal
Visionary Eyes
To Which Nothing Conceals

Tormenting Creatures Of God
Demons Bring Misery And Pain

Paradise They Have Lost
Sacrifice In Heaven's Name

Possession Of Helpless
Transgression Of Their Reign

Six Demons Have Left Their Shell
Forced By Holiness
Falling Again Into Hell
Land Of Evil Reign

The Mightest Demon Will Not Go
Until Your Body Is Dead
To Take The Soul Into The Fire
Which Burns For Ever More

4. Maggots In Your Coffin

оригинал: Repulsion

The coffin is sealed on your rotten corpse
You lie in darkness, death corrodes your face

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin

Worms in your head – Soon they'll be dead
Nothing to feed on in your empty skull

Hell is where you are, your tortured sould is scarred
For years you'll rot in pain, lonely and decayed

You are rotting, maggots in your coffin

5. Back From The Dead

оригинал: Death

6. Nazi Punks Fuck Off

оригинал: Dead Kennedys

Punk ain't no religious cult,
punk means thinking for yourself.
You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair,
when a jock still lives inside your head.

Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off!

If you've come to fight, get outta here.
You ain't no better than the bouncers.
We ain't trying to be the police.
When you ape the cops, it ain't anarchy.

Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off!

Ten guys jump one, what a man!
You fight each other, the police state wins.
Stab your backs when you trash our halls.
Trash a bank if you've got real balls.

You still think swastikas look cool.
The real nazis run your schools.
They're coaches, businessmen and cops.
In the real fourth reich, you'll be the first to go.

Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Nazi punks,
Fuck off!

You'll be the first to go.
You'll be the first to go.
You'll be the first to go.
Unless you think.

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