Britof

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Alex Paradiž - Drums/Vocals
Matej Pok - Guitar
Jan Laznik - Bass

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released June 3, 2017

Music/Lyrics by Britof
Recorded in MKC Slovenj Gradec
Produced by Aleš Gangl
Artwork by Žiga Urdih

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Track Name: Nightstalker
Murder!
The only thing on his mind
in the night - stalking his prey.
Hunger!
Fueled by the demons that crawl in his soul,
evil unfolds.

Shows no mercy, reigns in blood, hell awaits,
his offerings.
Number thirteen on his chest,
how many more he will destroy?

Robbing!
Taking the stuff from the victims he kills,
raping them dead.
Slashing!
Cutting through skin with a big shiny knife,
his lecture of life and death.
Track Name: Pale Death
From the pit of despair,
on his dead pale mare,
wielding a sword,
backed up by his horde.

The decision is made,
the king wants revenge,
bring out the fourth,
the world shall be gored.

He reaps through the land,
delivering death by his hand,
with no remorse,
with deadly force.

Hades on his tail,
with his jaws open wide,
he sucks the souls,
no place to hide.

Master!
The master took some to their graves,
the rest are eaten by his slaves.
Good is finally no more,
now you're all just Satan's whores.

They fought pure evil but in vain,
all they got was excruciating pain.
No belief left in their veins,
now we took your LORD IN CHAINS!

The decision is made,
the king wants revenge,
bring out the fourth,
the world shall be gored.
Track Name: Break Your Chains
Scouting, seeking, search goes on
for that golden vein.
Devastating warmachine
representing pain!

All was taken from the graves,
nothing else remains.
One can't see the puppeteer,
but still can see the strings.

Break you chains you fucker,
get your mind out of your ass!
Shit's going for the fan,
stop it if you can.
Show some balls, spit it out,
don't just talk, shout it out.
It's going for the fan,
stop it if you bloody can.

Scouting, seeking, search goes on,
for that perfect lamb.
Manipulated ignorance
is what this world contains.

Feel the pressure in your guts,
the one you can't shut down.
When it goes off in your head,
you know you must react.

Break you chains you fucker,
get your mind out of your ass!
Shit's going for the fan,
stop it if you can.
Show some balls, spit it out,
don't just talk, shout it out.
It's going for the fan,
stop it if you bloody can.
Track Name: Power of the Rolling Stone
The curtain of smoke that plagues feeble minds,
palace of the broken, where weaklings arise.
With your acolytes slaughtered and your kings dethroned,
you shall kneel before the power of the rolling stone!

I will tear your angels from the sky,
first I'll clip their wings, then I'll teach them how to fly.
The flames of hell are growing higher,
reaching heaven to ignite and cleanse the liars!

This is the splinter of your life,
disperse divine one.
Fragment of a maggot's soul,
your galaxy shall be devoured by a black hole.
Track Name: Soulless
The heart, the eyes, the veins,
we are all the same.
Motherfuckers deny, they've been cast unto stone,
they only listen to distant echoes of hate.

If I could, I would be soulless.
For what we are,
for how shit flies,
it's getting filled up to the brim.
Track Name: Enraged Impaler
Enraged impaler,
penetrating every strike.
An aggressive deflector,
one more body to fall.

With my lance, I pierce through your heart,
here comes death to all!

With my sword, I slice you apart,
here comes death to all!
Track Name: Son of Satan
Misanthrope, enjoying every bit of pain.
The seventh son of Satan sent to earth,
to represent his name.
Bringing death!
Sadistic torture to all men.
The meanest bastard that had ever walked
this god-forsaken land!

Strapped to this iron weight,
you're chained, you can't escape.
Fear is crushing your soul,
you know, baby.
There's just no way out from this hole.
Track Name: Sin Train
Praise Satan, he's your god.
Prepare to burn/nuke the cross.
The sin train, full of desire.
It goes down, straight to the fire.