Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killing Winds , by - Intruder. Song from the album A Higher Form of Killing, in the genre МеталRelease date: 14.08.1989
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Killing Winds |
| You sacrificed your children to the gods you made. |
| The ones of steel, poison and plastic, you threw their lives away. |
| What price the abuse of nature — A piece of your own soul. |
| You say «We'll change», but it’s too late, you can’t give back what you have |
| stole. |
| April 22, 1915 Ypres, France: |
| Looking out on no-man's-land. |
| It’s time for decision, time for command. |
| No sign of fear is on their face. |
| Everything is ready, everything’s in place. |
| You give the order, it’s time to begin. |
| 6000 canisters are opened to the wind. |
| Clouds of greenish smoke mingle with their screams. |
| You have succeeded beyond your wildest dreams — |
| Lungs exploding, systems overloading, drowning in their own fluids. |
| They cry out for air. |
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| A higher form of killing is what you have achieved. |
| An easy way to break the nations, bring them to their knees. |
| Now the time is here — Your future’s fading fast |
| You have lots to fear — You have not learned from the past |
| Now the time has come — Soon you will pay for your sins |
| There’s nowhere to run — There’s no escape from the killing winds. |
| 1918 — 1919 Salisbury, England: |
| Portion down, symbol of death, men and animals take their last breath. |
| Vivisection, inflicting pain. |
| Just for the knowledge you think you can gain. |
| Gassing your men and even yourself, no thought is given to anybodies health. |
| So Mr. Foulkes, won’t you tell us why, why you keep searching for new ways to die? |
| Pollute the water, maim and slaughter, doesn’t life mean anything to you? |
| You call it progress, I call it madness! |
| There’s no excuse for what you try to do. |
| Tomorrow: |
| You’re on the edge of an all out war, on a scale never seen before. |
| And your enemy’s an enemy within, up against it there’s no way you can win. |
| You held their lives there in your hands, and playing God was part of the plan. |
| But now you’re scared, you lost all control. |
| It slipped through the cracks, it’s taken a hold — |
| Virus mutating, procreating, growing stronger inside of you — |
| There are no answers, only questions. |
| You pulled the trigger — the game is through. |