Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battle Axe Experiment, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Balance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Battle Axe Experiment |
| Ah, this shit don’t even sound human anymore |
| It’s time to kill… |
| Rough terrain, insane in my domain |
| Sadomasochism, black whips and chains |
| There’s no stopping us, soon to be popular |
| Dark fin snorkling, shark fins circling |
| You can’t step to the fierce and ferocious |
| Beast makes you nauseous |
| Hah, please be cautious |
| Murderous mind state drown in the bloodbath |
| First comes the battle ram strike with the battle axe |
| Can’t fill my appetite viking decapitate |
| Turntable terrorist, cuts that evaporate |
| Ugh, come from the depths of the underworld |
| Silver fire reigns supreme on the surface |
| You ride the spirit horse, dream catcher captures |
| Take attack posture, structure and stature |
| Im starin at ya, black tarantula |
| Swollen psychopath, contract canceller |
| Spinal cord curvature cracks over my overture |
| Amateurs couldn’t complete my ??? |
| massacre |
| Haven’t you ever slept in the hangman’s quarters? |
| Laid down on a lay, sharp chains saw he spray |
| Dazed as you reach for the handle on the door |
| Amazed at the pattern i’ve engraved on the floor |
| Hard skills and handsaws, skillsaws and metal jaws |
| Vertebraic and algebraic against all odds |
| No Gods to deliver, wrath on blood river |
| Rats and black withers, half attacked prisoners |
| Mental complex yells spells and vexed text |
| Deliverance of the next dragons breath and bird flesh |
| Calm surface, serpents sleeps, leviathan |
| An angel’s assistant under Satan’s surveillance |
| Vitalizer, psycho acoustic equalizer |
| Stars explode planet Europa gets blown |
| To oblivion, melt a warrior, what rock you living on? |
| Lovecraft, necronomicon, Dr Fells to Mephisto |
| Dirty deeds with no leads |
| Murky water runs red as the Holy Father bleeds |
| You speed toward the outline of the treeline in question |
| The forest area where 4 people have gone missing |
| Apparitions cloud your visions, fangmarks and incisions |
| Uncontrolled muscle contortions, sacrificial fetal position |
| And once through your mind that you live to see the sun |
| And swore that you’d be the one not |
| With silver bullets in your gun |
| Now the tables have shifted, the table of the witched |
| The altar of the altered alistair crowley offered |
| Much harsher than the jogger that they found in the marsh |
| Become the gateway through which the army of darkness will march |
| My still heart pumps no liquid on a pedestal of marble |
| No medical marvel, will let you see tomorrow |
| now things have gotten out of hand |