light as a feather, stiff as a board.

where the slim live.

Fill the air with the smell of death
Grace us with your magic
Fill the night with the stench of evil
I summon forth the beast

slaves of pain.

mass hypnosis. primitive future. beneath the remains.

tales from topgraphic oceans (disc2)

death is the beginning. the birth of births.

On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia