Nargaroth Prosatanica Shooting Angels No Colours Records 2004 CD, LP

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1 Nargaroth Prosatanica Shooting Angels No Colours Records 2004 CD, LP 1. Love Is Always Over With Ejaculation 01:12 2. Be Dead or Satanic 08:41 3. Satan Industries 05:33 4. Thinking below the Ocean 04:51 5. Black and Blasphemic Death Metal 08:13 6. A Tear in the Face of Satan 10:17 7. The Dark Side of the Moon 02:50 8. Hunting Season 06:10 9. I Bring my Harvest Home/Outroduction 08:32 Total playing time: 56:19

2 This Album got recorded in January / February Except song 4, he got recorded in the beginning of The gun shoot sound in the beginning of song 8 is taken from a Home Video of a visitor of Port Arthur in Tasmania on Sunday, 28th April 1996 around 1 o clock p.m., as Martin B. started his amok run. While the visitor video taped the area in front of the restaurant, were Martin B. started his shooting, he recognized together with other people around the place the sound of gunfire. All people thought this sound is a part of a theatre performance in Port Arthur, but in this moment Martin B. killed 20 people and injured 12 inside the restaurant. The media named it Every shoot a deadly Hit. In the end 35 people were killed. Bloody Sunday! Song 5 was musically inspired and in parts stolen from VELES, the Masters of Black Hateful Metal. No Keyboards used here! All I needed was a bass guitar to create these spheres. Most of the melodies and riffs were created during the recording itself, by making mistakes or by playing just something, to fill up some empty spaces between two different Melodies. I didn t spent much time with the creation. That s the way so called Satanic Art should be created! The Satan within us acts! He does not try! Kanwulf: Vox, 5 String Axe, 4 String Bow and all the Shit This album is dedicated to A.J.H., to HAT of old-gorgoroth in their times of A Sorcery written in Blood and Pentagram as well as to SILEXATER. BLACK AND BLASPHEMIC DEATH METAL

3 Love is always over with Ejaculation ~ Intro Be Dead or Satanic The Gates are open War awoken to end up all the Terror under the Sign of Crescent. Life inside is Terror Sympathy is Error When you search for God you might find blind a frog. Be the lethal Rebel be your only God and the Law - do what you want may be the only Creed. So be dead or satanic set your Life in Panic if you believe in social Crap you are already dead. It seems not to be in Love with Satan. To free your Soul from social and moral Limitations. A chained Soul will kill you someday! A caged Mind gonna wither away! Be dead or Satanic may be the Way! Nothing left to say!

4 Satan Industries Air Pollution V8 Power Gatling Gun Napalm Fire Agent Orange cuming Shotgun H.I.V. Body count Child Abuse Disease and Cancer Helter Skelter Left Hand Path Hiroshima WW III Appendix Malaria Famines Stock Exange Shit XTC LSD Heroin Cocain, Crack Politics Everything's released~ by Satan Industries Thinking below the Ocean ~ Ambient Song when you listen to it, just start to think about yourself

5 Black and Blasphemic Death Metal is flowing through my Veins. tears apart the Chains. black Snow on my Grave. I'm your devoted Slave. immortal Fruit of Sin. the wolf that sleeps within (us). Demons whispers dark Desires, deep inside my Soul. The Whisper calls to me to kill the, Faces outside me. Crying Shadows still infesting, me in silent Nights. Takes away my mortal Spirit, I hide inside my Art. I will hide my mortal Spirit inside Black and Blasphemic Death Metal.

6 A Tear in the Face of Satan What may there a Shadow think, once beside of God. Sure he got his own domain, he set a Throne in Hell. But Hell is far away from Heaven, so far away from Love of God. The Memory starts to wither, that he once got loved. Now Hate he spread above his Throne, (but) deep inside his Heart he feels alone. (And) sometimes in the pale Light of the Night, you might see a Tear in the face of Satan. Who will wipe away the Tear in the Face of Satan? Hate and Destruction, may be his Shield to hide, the Pain he kept so deep inside, the Sadness he cries out at Night. On the broken Sword before him, dries the Tears he sheet in Aeons. Behind all this inhumanity, he is human as we are!

7 The Dark Side of the Moon ~ Ambient Song The day of reckoning is coming over you all. Hear the wisdom! Let him who hath understanding rely on the multiplicity of my name. What is the use of wisdom, if it doesn t bestow power? By your hesitation, your faith and your soul became mine. The heaven is the universe, but so is hell. When God drove me from heaven, I pledged that one day I would become more powerful than he is. Every soul I take adds to my strength one hundredfold. Every life I obliterate earns me another piece of heaven. Until heaven is nothing but a cup filled with dust, which I will break ~ before the eyes of your creator. Fate lies in the hands of God, but I decide your perdition! Come on, swear on God. He cannot help you now. You are mine, you feeble, spineless bastard. But alas...you became weak. You had your choice; all of you had their choice. Now you are mine. Hunting Season Hunting Season. Irrational Reason. Spill the Blood, of Child of God. Dressed in white Camouflage I entered the white Forest of Eden. The Beauty denies genocide acts, and hidden underneath white Leaf I wait for the Shoot. The Target in my T'scope. With erected Cock. Calculate the Distance. The Trigger licks my Skin. The Sound of Death, tear up the Silence. A Full Metal Jacket, rapes the holy Flesh. I see the Victim fall, with me comes the Death. But my T'scope's yet fixed, on another Match.

8 I Bring My Harvest Home I watch the Parapet. Black Clouds on Horizon. I watch the Fields I've grown, since 30 Years (of human failure), and fear the black Fruits of my Life (Lies). I walk through Blood and Stone, and bring my Harvest Home. Wherever I may roam, I bring my Harvest Home. But what will my Harvest be? Ash' n Dust ~ Fear and Misery? How bitter the Seed may be. I hold on. I take the Stones and bring my Harvest home. And my Foots are bleeding. I won't lament 'cause I'll get what I once sown. How bitter the Seed will be in my Mouth, I walk upright and bring my Harvest home. Outro and I watched the Fly, beats up to death at the window, looking for a way out. And I thought ~ I m not gonna do that, you know (Dennis Hopper)