Lyrics 02. Filthgrinder

Filthgrinder, no-love machine, cleaner
unknown to remorse and pity
cynical, elektric fuckin murderer

What a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of the
Unholy Alliance and the white fear

Take a look around and understand, (that) your days are numbered
the deamon on the wall and the ticking clock
closing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still belive?

The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 years
reache out for mercy, it's just a bygone anyway

Filthgrinder - practice aggression
Filthgrinder - protect the wealth of the elite
Filthgrinder - tremble upon the ugly

Trueborn creature, twist that firm grasp of yours
like in days of gold

He can feel it, he knows they can't
to be in league with the underworld can't be mistaken
you don't belive, you know!
He chants a primitive gospel, so very hard
Yeah!
The mechanism of destructive behaviour can be an artform in it self

The beast risen represents no so called dark mercy
evil knows no good, good knows no evil
but a savior he is in all forms, but religious
a grand engine carrying years of built up hatered
and powers. You know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?
Your heart trying to rip it's way through your chest

Filthgrinder a beastified being risen from the collective
hatred of an oppressed people.
A people representing Pride, Dignity and Honour!