Lyrics

Ok. For all of those that have been asking “What the hell is Mike singing?”. Here you go, lyrics from both albums…….and no we are not a christian heavy metal band!

Just a bunch of noisy muthfucka’s! Enjoy.

Rabid

Rabid Running in the night, you’re worried for your life
You know he’s going to take you
Dare not look behind, scared for what you’ll find
It’s his demesne you run through

Running blind: He’s close behind and the morning’s going to find you dead
Feel the bite of the axe in his frenzied attack: Hack and slash, he’ll detach your head
Hot, wet breath on your naked neck and his every step sounds loud as thunder

You won’t wake as the sunlight breaks on your makeshift grave. You’ll be six feet under

Die
Rabid: Death descends
Rabid: Kill again
Rabid: The madman’s loose
The killing never ends

The mist is on the rise. There’s murder in his eyes
They’re never going to find him
The echo of his step plays herald to your death

You’re just another victim

Then it seems the ground is reaching out to drag you down to die
Mounting fear: Screams in your ears you feel. You’ve heard the banshee’s cry
One more corpse in an ice-cold morgue, will there be no end to this bloody slaughter
On your knees, strength ebbs and leaves, you beg and plead as your life burns shorter

Die
Rabid: Death descends
Rabid: Kill again
Rabid: The madman’s loose

The killing never ends

© Damon Maddison, 1986

Crucifier

Crucifier Heathen scum, disbeliever with your pagan gods … blasphemy
Feel the wrath of divine vengeance break your mind … insanity

How dare you mock the one and only God?
I’ll show you: Nail you to the burning cross

Crucifier, die in pain, I’ll burn your flesh away

Lucifer will claim your soul on this your judgement day
A cross of fire lights up the night in glory to His name
Crucifier, in the name of God: Religion gone insane

Evil sinner, fornicator, repent your ways before you die
Cleansed in flame, pure white fire illuminates the darkening sky

Leave your corpse a black reminder to your kind
They will fall and in the darkness, Truth will shine

Crucifier, die in pain, I’ll burn your flesh away
Lucifer will claim your soul on this your judgement day

A cross of fire lights up the night in glory to His name
Crucifier, in the name of God: Religion gone insane

© Damon Maddison, 1987

The House

Smell the stench of burning flesh from the run-down house on that run-down street
The madman, he will take you there; chain you up for easy meat
Gynophobic nightmares haunt his every hour, the man is sick
He’ll take you to his torture chamber, leave you tied up in a pit

Once you’re there you’ll never see the light of day again

Trapped and lost in the hands of a man insane

Watch for the house. You can’t get out
Locked in the house
You know he’s there. He knows what you’re about

Thrown into a water hole, electric cables lay nearby
You scream for help but no-one hears, you know this is your time to die
Current courses through your flesh: At least now, the torture stops
He’ll take your lifeless corpse away, take his knife and cut you up

Once you’re there you’ll never see the light of day again

Trapped and lost in the hands of a man insane

Watch for the house. You can’t get out
Locked in the house
You know he’s there. He knows what you’re about

Twenty-four pounds of human limbs are lying under ice
Killer, rapist, cannibal, you’re caught up in his vice
Dog-meat, bread and water are the only things you get to eat
And when you can take no more he’ll take you, cut you into meat

Once you’re there you’ll never see the light of day again

Trapped and lost in the hands of a man insane

Watch for the house. You can’t get out
Locked in the house
You know he’s there. He knows what you’re about

© Damon Maddison, 1986

Right To Die

Trapped in life, a crippled shell
No release from living Hell
Waking nightmare; ceaseless pain

Take your way out while you’re still sane

By their laws they have denied
The dignity of suicide
Murder is your one release
The route to your blessed decease

Please grant me the right to die with dignity. Let me die

Alive but dead, an active brain
Locked within a fleshy grave
Cries for solace, cries ignored

Screaming for the fiery sword of death

Please grant me the right to die with dignity. Let me die

One, one chance, one life, one death

Purgatory: Not life or death
Praying for the final breath
See the torment in my eyes
Pull the plug. Let me die

Please grant me the right to die with dignity. Let me die

© Damon Maddison, Dan Ranger 1988

Rather Death Than False Of Faith

Time for you to rise and smash the tyrant’s chains
Show the world we’ll never toil beneath the yoke again
The stain of black corruption marks their faecal way
The might of blackened steel will have its rightful say

This, the gift bequeathed you: Blasphemy, violence and sin
Take the world beneath you in the grasp of the iron fist

Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith
Besiege the world without restraint. Rather death than false of faith

Turn around the curse of fate. Rather death than false of faith
Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith

Legions of the loud, let vengeance have its say
These fools have run our lives too long; let’s bring them down in pain
The swarm of grim destruction leaves nothing in its wake
And we won’t stop ‘til evil in its grave, eternal, lays

This, the gift bequeathed you: Blasphemy, violence and sin
Take the world beneath you in the grasp of the iron fist

Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith

Besiege the world without restraint. Rather death than false of faith
Turn around the curse of fate. Rather death than false of faith
Rise against the force of hate. Rather death than false of faith

© Damon Maddison, 1987

Misanthropic

Study closely the ways of man. It will help you understand
Festering evil in its head: Humankind decrees its death

I’ll see you die, Mankind
Be destroyed by your own kind

Nuclear Armageddon waits: The culmination of your fate
The Ragnarok of modern times: Just punishment for heinous crimes

I’ll see you die, Mankind
Be destroyed by your own kind

© Damon Maddison, 1987

Harlequin

Thousands came, a human tide to see the proud, Crown Prince of Lies
Tied by fear, your Latin cries, “Power from blue, immortal skies”
Long, hard life and all that’s left are dreams of living after death

Crowd around to be blessed. Obey at the Papal behest

Money talks and riches grown to pay for their Salvation Show
God exists? Well who can know? The blind have but one way to go
Millions starve, yet money’s spent to show the priest is Heaven sent
“Morals” reign, yet logic’s bent: Who walks with kings in cruel torment?

Disbelieve the Harlequin; his book is full of lies
Disbelieve the Harlequin; his tongue is edged with knives
Disbelieve the Harlequin; he’ll sign away your lives
Disbelieve the Harlequin; he’s all you should despise

Fear and guilt his stock in trade, telling you, you must behave
Binding words to make you slaves. Toe the line or burn in flame
Pay his way with gold and blood, listening with your eyes shut
Omnipresent God above rules by fear, not words of love

Disbelieve the Harlequin; his book is full of lies
Disbelieve the Harlequin; his tongue is edged with knives
Disbelieve the Harlequin; he’ll sign away your lives
Disbelieve the Harlequin; he’s all you should despise

© Damon Maddison, 1987

Guillotine

Expectation on your face
Waiting for the black embrace
If they’ve no bread, let them eat cake
You’re fouling up the human race

You’re head’s too full of shit to hear
But now grim execution’s here
Death is swift and very near
You’re gripped by ever-mounting fear

Raise the guillotine
The war of class begins
Watch the blade descend
Your rule is at an end

Disease and famine running rife
You didn’t stop; didn’t think twice
And so you’ve forfeited your life
And they will put you to the knife

Once thing you didn’t understand

A hungry man’s an angry man
Eventually, he’ll make a stand
And fight you any way he can

Raise the guillotine
The war of class begins
Watch the blade descend
Your rule is at an end

Crimson murder, fury grows
To end the reign of the aristos

You face the angry, jeering rows
Before your precious blue blood flows

Before the screaming mob you stand
And at last, now, you understand
You lost your rights to your homeland
And didn’t raise a pampered hand

Raise the guillotine
The war of class begins
Watch the blade descend

Your rule is at an end

© Damon Maddison, 1987

7*U*S*C

Great white hunters: Protectors of civilization, for what it’s worth
General Longhair runs this show. Killing redskins is the way to go

Hunt and kill them: Squaws and children on reservations
For our great nation

They call us Long Knives: That is me
Because I ride with the U.S.C

Malarial graveyards for hunting grounds; life and freedom for burial shrouds
Giving out blankets alive with disease; starving the tribes into renegades, thieves

Hunt and kill them: Squaws and children on reservations
For our great nation

They call us Long Knives: That is me
Because I ride with the U.S.C

Fighting the white man just to survive; trying to strike back against genocide
As we ride to wipe them all out: Little Big Horn the battleground

Christ, look at them: No squaws and children

No reservations for the Sioux nation

Decimated, then a lone stand: Me
Bound to die with 7.U.S.C

© Damon Maddison, 1989

Pro Patria

Ankle deep in dirt and blood: The living death I die, my love
Metal shells, barking guns, fighting for foreign mud

Stretch your boundaries to someone’s nether shore
Playing with the fire that you call the game of war

Lost in battle fury then, when the killing’s done
There’s another fucking cause with some other mother’s son

Death comes swift on leathern wings. You know that’s all the future brings
Just a pawn in the game of politics: No cause, no name

Left with nothing but your war-torn memories
Fighting not with men but some pseudonym, disease
Yours is not to question, just to do or die
Eking out existence, a shadow of a life

© Dan Ranger,Damon Maddison, S Davis 1988

Born Through Ignorance

Read the apocryphal testament of lies
Magniloquent words of the ecumen despised
Lurks like some prognathic, predatory shrike
Meretricious postures before the deadly strike

God omnipotent, born through ignorance
Fear-, not Heaven-sent: Born through ignorance
Lies their testament, born through ignorance
Rules the live of men born through ignorance

Purulent in its gestures, pyaemic hagiarchy
Wafer-thin refulgence hides the obloquy
Promising salvation with the rood, the guise
Plotting their dominion: Time for us to secularise

God omnipotent, born through ignorance
Fear-, not Heaven-sent: Born through ignorance
Lies their testament, born through ignorance
Rules the live of men born through ignorance

Onward, Christian soldiers; go to blind and blame

Use the cross of Jesus to build your world of shame
Reeking of pomposity, the words you say convince
To exculpate you from the populace’s indigence

God omnipotent, born through ignorance
Fear-, not Heaven-sent: Born through ignorance
Lies their testament, born through ignorance
Rules the live of men born through ignorance

© Dan Ranger,Damon Maddison, S Davis 1988

No Future

Degradation of life: It happens now, it happens today
Man can’t stop the changes, come what may
Salvation has gone, taking with it the wings of your dove
Blind eyes can’t see the damage, killing love

Return to reality, return to sanity
Peace on Earth you pray
Nuclear destiny crushes mortality
Abolish D.N.A

The world we live in today: A pulsating mass

Of violent human ignorance, a shrine to mankind’s insolence
Violent human ignorance, a shrine to mankind’s insolence

Run for your lives
Run to your precious light
The curtain’s coming down
Day will turn to night

Infernal damnation, infernal damnation, infernal damnation …

… Damnation will come, bringing anger from above
Blind eyes can’t see the damage, killing love

Continue the depravity, continue Hellish blasphemy
“What have I done wrong?” is all you can say?
Nuclear destiny crushes mortality
Abolish D.N.A

No future – Conflagration
No future – Devastation
No future – Radiation
No future – Mass cremation
No future – Annihilation

No future – Deprivation
No future – Violation
No future – Black damnation

© Mike Keen & Damon Maddison, 1988

Turning Point

The broken hand of fate has dealt a rotten blow
As torn and tortured faces scream, I have but one way to go
Master of reality, overlord of Hell

Stay with me, my talisman: Tales of evil now I tell

Supremacy, I’m unafraid: It’s no place for luckless fools
Survival of the fittest; Abide with me, power rules

In the night he came, summoned from below
Sanguinary sweat, brow-beating heat, pumping heart begins to slow
Talons ever strong constricting at my throat
Searing pain inside my mind, the eye-soft minions gloat

A thousand souls, maybe more, suspended feet above
Never have I praised the Lord but, then, He had my love

Taste the blackened rod
Your soul I now anoint
You’ve got to kneel before your god
You’ve reached the turning point

Mortality has gone; the barrier is down
Life on Earth is now condemned, bringing the sacred crown
Master of reality, overlord of Hell
Cleanse my mind of impurity: Tales of evil yet to tell

Feed the gods to slake their lust, your soul is hooked

Caught between World and Underworld, the battle must be fought

Taste the blackened rod
Your soul I now anoint
You’ve got to kneel before your god

You’ve reached the turning point

© 1989 Mike Keen & Damon Maddison

After The Dream

Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars

Centuries of strife and what was it all for

Because you’re oppressed doesn’t mean in time
You can’t turn your coat and join them in their crime

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Children armed with guns and teenaged widows mourn
Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they’re born

Scream your rebel yells: You’ve got to die well for the cause
Sense of self long lost while the revolution calls

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

Millions in revolt through countless bloody wars
Life without a meaning, fight the fight to which they’re born

When the killing’s done, it’s all remained the same

Power over people; pawns in the master game

The truth after the dream is not all that it seems
The truth after the dream is a joke, sick and obscene
The truth after the dream … Your new world, pure and clean
The truth after the dream … Is not what it should be

© Damon Maddison, 1988

Requiem

Victory or death for the glory of war in the name of the people and love of one’s country
In the name of the people and love of one’s country?

So passes the glory of the world
Rest in peace

© Attrib. Spurious Maximus, 101