Tabuisme [English translation]

We're soldiers, ready to go to war without thinking,

we did not only threathen you, but consisted of a new deeply twisted real-thing,

that simply couldn't believe it to be true

that there couldn't be any room for a little whoring, murder, fire

and that kind of guys who would risk everything

and crude recruits there is far from any fallen

one generation after the other stands prepared to burst into a demonic re-outburst,

with Tabu printed in the blood families that never fail,

and who denies loss of their own from their own lines,

with fucking reserves of energy as far as the imagination goes,

the infantry goes into formation like a cold blooded fighter,

with Tabu printed around the head the war ships sail,

spies steal nothing, and reports nothing new those fucking hagglers,

wraps the country in a bloody sheet and writes Suspekt on the map,

marches through the streets with banners, hangs traitors on football fields,

those pages they are black diamonds, but when i am gone they will put works on pedestals

They thought the storm had subsided but the darkness leases

the entrance to the desire that is being awakened,

in every butcher,

And carries the sanitation to the afterlife there where those we (scolded) is being thrown,

and the steel it cuts heads and is being forged.

They thought the storm had subsided but the darkness leases

the entrance to the desire that is being awakened,

in every butcher,

And carries the sanitation to the afterlife there where those we (scolded) is being thrown,

and the steel it cuts heads and is being forged.

I would give my right arm in smoke and steam

for noise and roar created by Suspekt and i am my biggest fan

and before alarm, i was the first who gave myself respect

and guided him i come from the wrong intenstine,

like a stillborn child, born beast, him who clears the bar and cheats the fool,

the terrorist who blows himself up, deranged hit,

animal is shut out from him who's fired up,

everything below fine, to a bang and breaks down,

it's guerilla war, yes still guerilla war,

heavy artillery regardless of what city we're playing in,

no ass-kissing, we fuck your industry,

public humiliation for F.I.P - no sympathy

so arms (myself) with a gun with a full magazine,

so i can walk out in town and punp lead in those poor bastards

We're starting the war, avalanche the new workers' party, hanging the rich, let the bodies lie about in the streets,

tell them that we are coming, to burn everything down and start over,

but you fuckers will only see it when it says *bang* and we hit your town,

like an exploded bus with several tons of human flesh,

stood nailed to the stage while i heard my own soul bleed to death!

They thought the storm had subsided but the darkness leases

the entrance to the desire that is being awakened,

in every butcher,

And carries the sanitation to the afterlife there where those we (scolded) is being thrown,

and the steel it cuts heads and is being forged.

They thought the storm had subsided but the darkness leases

the entrance to the desire that is being awakened,

in every butcher,

And carries the sanitation to the afterlife there where those we (scolded) is being thrown,

and the steel it cuts heads and is being forged.