Bunkertor 7

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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... 

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
Wiating 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, Let us pray, 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
You are 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 your 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, goodbye my love, goodbye my love

Capital punishment for me
Capital punishment for all
Goodbye
Goodbye 

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 is this 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
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

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 

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 

/* In 2004 edition the song has only last line */

Once someone told
A story about these small desert birds
Throwing themselves
In thorns when copulating in lust

And while embraced by death
They sing so fine than never
And while embraced by death
They stay on love forever

Like martyrs do
They dedicate their lifes in deep vein
Of ancient vows
And die of flaring ardou in haze

Thorns they lurk on roses stem
Thet do intend no harm them

Squeezing me hard
In thorns that burn like a fire inside
Thrilling my head
Until they rip my shivering skin

Thorns they lurk on rosest stem
They do intend no harm them
They lurk on bodies stem
They make my heart arise them

Tonight you sleep in hell 

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I'm interrupting something, you were explaining jack,
How we'd be better off without him around here

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 your blood's on my hands

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

Dying culture your blood's on my hands

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

Dying culture
Your blood's on my hands

On my hands

Fuck you dying culture
Your blood's on my hands 
 
* First sample from the movie Patriot Games.
Other sound-samples from the short movie Le Bunker de la Dernière Rafale.

You see blackened men in jail
With gleaming eyes they scream out hail
And hungry like a wulf they cry
Released they're longing for you die
Their potential of aggression seems to
Be a part of passion
Young souls feel the creeping pain
When scum gets out the dirty drain

You will get down forced by the need
To kill your own corroded breed

A corroded breed was that what you wanted

Take the chance that you are given
Screws of rising pain they're driven
Into your flesh to your brain
Inside where blood gets down the drain
Knifes are sharpened sparks exhausted
Claws are longing for the causted
Realize the mess you're in the fight
Goes do you wanna win

A black child is desired target
It's skin sold on illegal market
Paralysed or desinteressed
You look away from all this mess
Too late to cry too late to weep
What have you done you made a creep
Beware of it and fuck them all
You have to do or you will fall

I can't kill you you are flesh of my flesh
You are blood of my blood
Lethal glimpse out of your eyes
I surrender yes I do cause I'm still loving you

I can't kill my flesh you are still my child
It's so hard to face the truth the danger's
Near so I realize my sin 
 
* First sample from the movie Patriot Games.
Other sound-samples from the short movie Le Bunker de la Dernière Rafale.

without mistakes there is no forgiving
 without forgiving there is no love

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

without mistakes there is no forgiving
 without forgiving there is no love 
 
* First sample from the movie Patriot Games.
Other sound-samples from the short movie Le Bunker de la Dernière Rafale.

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* First sample from the movie Patriot Games.
Other sound-samples from the short movie Le Bunker de la Dernière Rafale.