Lawinensturm
In the crevices of the Alps,
Steel and stone, the mountains bleed,
Weapons crackle in the depths
The great white bane,
Growling from above
Passt auf! Flieht! Lauft!
Der Lawinensturm!
What began with a roar
Ended with a sudden silence
Crucified in a whirl of sharp splinters
The avalanche unleashed
Mindless in its route
Dolomites stare tall
Roaring devastation
Der Lawinensturm!
Colossus
Thunderous jaws
Born of steel, the hammer of fate reigned the heights
Tear the skies, merciless titan!
Lurking in the mist
The sight is set
Unleash the flaming breath of the war machine!
Raining demise
War machine
Colossus
Born of men, yet almighty
Crimson night skies
Retreat for dawn
A morning star
Colossus, Rise!
Raining demise
The Hammer of Fate
Colossus
Rise and tear
Rip the clouds
Merciless titan!
Morituri (The Boys of '99)
Fresh meat, so fresh
I was you once — you might be me,
Or maybe, you might just cease to be
Let me see those hopeful eyes,
Such a rare, pathetic sight
Now, feel the adrenaline,
The low tremble, the shattered screams!
Forget the fields, the harvest,
The fireplace, the heat and the stove!
There is beauty in the slaughter,
There is glory in the mud,
I shall show you!
You think this is horror, but you’ll grasp more...
You'll sing the praises of the poetry of war
You’ll sing the poetry of war
If not the bullet, then the mountain will teach
No glory here, just blood and bone
Names forgotten, graves unknown.
Barely men, just seventeen
A letter home, a mother’s tear
The fog of war, the stench of fear
No glory here, just blood and bone
With rifles in hand and hope in their eyes,
Marching to battle under stormy skies,
Not knowing the weight of the war
With fearless hearts,
There they go, the Boys of '99!
The Silent Sentinel
Carved from mountain bone
By hands of blood and flesh
A proud shelter with eyes of a bird of prey
A newborn, silent guardian!
The roar of battle came
nearer, the pride had to become strength
One only assignment. Protect! Defend!
The eve of battle came
And then so many more
The bullets carved the stone
A skilled artist of demolition
Blood painted the walls
As pictures at an exhibition
The roar of battle came
For the last time
And then nothing more
To protect and to defend!
Carved from mountain bone
By hands of blood and flesh
A proud shelter with eyes of a bird of prey
A newborn, silent guardian!
One century has gone,
And she took back her throne
Life, lymph, pumping blood
Scared eyes of preys
Birdsongs sung
And the mission is one
To protect, to defend!
Death I Cast, Death I Long For
My hand, no hesitation
Well-oiled gear
In the machine of war
I lose track of each shot
And the screams and shouts
As sounds melts into each other
My flesh vibrates with
The uninterrupted cacophony
Wade across
Rivers of mud and blood
Splinters of wood, metal and bones
I shall have not rest if not eternal
What have I done?
What led me into the void?
I am but a hollow body
Everyone and everything
I have cared for
I shall not see again
as I the nightmare embrace me
Death I cast, death I long for!
“It’s hard to admit that I see no escape
To this hell, but through my own hand.
Even if I survive, I’m no longer fit
For society, how could I face
My loved ones?
How could I sustain the glaze of
The person in the mirror?
The clamor ringing in my ears
Will not stop, my actions
Will forever play in my mind as a
Macabre film.
No one should live like that,
Myself included.
I shall die here, honorably,
If such word still has any meaning
In this filthy pit.”
Death I cast, death I long for
I shall have not rest if not eternal
From the bottom of this filthy pit
I shall not emerge, but dig
As it cannot get worse
As the hell below it’s release and freedom.
Missa Pro Deflagratione
Missa Pro Deflagratione
Sermons screamed from the pit,
Lit with fuses, sharp and bleak.
Each detonation, a prophet’s cry,
Each crater, a shrine where martyrs lie.
Ekrasite gospel in Austrian hands,
Cheddite chants in wasted lands.
Beneath the ice, beneath the screams,
Hear the redeeming psalms!
Hear the redeeming psalms!
Sermons screamed from the pit,
Sing the hymns of nitroglycerin!
I have a dream — to see the light,
The rain of flash, the soil in flight.
As the mine goes off, and all turns black,
Life stops — it is time to ascend...
We preach in powder
We baptize in fire
We sleep beneath
The mountain’s choir.
The Enemy Beyond The Enemy
What is worse than war?
Gebirgskrieg, in which the ruthless and restless foe,
The forever loved mother
Punishes, uncaring of our foolish battles,
An enemy you cannot shun
Write fast to loved ones, young Soldier,
Before fingers become numb
And the torment clouds your vision,
When the white death’s shadow looms over
In the long nights of winter
As cold bites and snow starts to fall,
Soldier, do not go with a calm heart,
Find shelter, find repair!
As avalanche silently awaits
And breathing is arduous
Soldier, do not go with a calm heart
Soldier, do not go with a calm heart
Find shelter, find repair!
Find shelter, find repair!
Soldier, do not go with a calm heart
You have been giving the hardest feat
Conquer and protect
Fight fiercely and blindly
Seracs, snowstorms, avalanches,
Starvation and frostbite
The enemy beyond the enemy unveils its weapons
To bend the will of men, take the youth and
Beget further death...
As if it wasn’t enough.
A Last Enrosadira
Instrumental