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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Future Future Future Perfect (Freezepop) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Heresy And Creed (Ten) · Common Creed (Wes King) · The Creed (Avalon) – and 90 other albums »


disaster, destruction's in the air
These ego trips, by heads of states, who giveth not a care
For all your children and all my children

The future's in
Familiar music, familiar sound
Does mute your thoughts for the underground
Lonely sight for any turning light
Future prophesy for
We praise the saviour
Observe the ten commandments
Confess our sins

For time immorial
Man's mind gets inspired
By gift and faculty divine
to be
If you're living life afraid?

[Chorus]
The hammer is my symbol
The banner that I wave
The motto of my creed
Carved upon my grave
I life for
He who walks the fire breathes
Unlike the rest
Living by the bloody creed
Kirisute gomen

Air of battle tasting stale
Reeks of deceit
Send the bitter
creed.

I turn my head away in shame
As you crave for more,
Selling out what is not yours to sell.
We're the pimps of it all.

Living in
to be
If you're living life afraid?

[Chorus]
The hammer is my symbol
The banner that I wave
The motto of my creed
Carved upon my grave
I life for
Backed by the weapons of hell.
Is there no end to all this madness?
Is there no hope for us at all?

Shadows of the past,
Victims of the future.
How
a believer in deed
He had a heart of a different breed
He made his mark and he lived by his creed
A true believer
A believer in deed
Am I living everything I
turned its back on humanity

A giant flood of homo sapiens
Of every race and creed
Upon the surface - billions of ovum
By the gallons - germinate
Gypsy road. Welcome to your dreams.
Oh oh oh, Gypsy road.

Living by my own rules. A rebel yell and a rebel creed.
Keep your life simple. Try not
crave the same
Living in their unreal pain
Prejudice deeper than creed
The reason for this hate is breed
Not unholy but alone
Just for this we burn their
That virtual insanity is what it is

Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem, to be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting
Born in a graveyard adopted by sin
I cultivate evil that's living within
A preacher tried saving my black damaged soul
Possessed by a demon that
The future looks depressingly bleak
Once a privileged race
Now living on borrowed time
Sins of our fathers, catching up
Breathing down our necks
We pray for
Tweedle-Dee Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee
They're throwing knives into the tree
Two big bags of dead man's bones
Got their noses to the grindstones

Living
try?"
Each morning you wake is an
'ember day' dawning,
Your penance for living in
Permanent mourning.
By erst while ideals your
Hearts are enslaved,
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension
Yet we get a trifle
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension
Yet we get a trifle weary
(l. creed/m. masser)


I believe the children are our future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension
Yet we get a trifle
of undead
Slay the living
Is only object for this
Bestial rotting horde
Slaughtering the helpless,
Slaughter all that lives
Driven by an evil force,
of undead
Slay the living
Is only object for this
Bestial rotting horde
Slaughtering the helpless,
Slaughter all that lives
Driven by an evil force,
of undead
Slay the living
Is only object for this
bestial rotting horde
Slaughtering the helpless,
slaughter all that lives
Driven by an evil force,
future?

Down on the corner sits a broken man
Lives by the bottle swears "never again"
Lost his money on the dogs and gin
Now he looks for his supper