Purulent President Lyrics
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Album | Frozen Hell(2019) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Death Metal |
Labels | Independent |
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7. Purulent President (3:12)
Starving crowd - consists of rotten - filling all - the streets and alleys
No voices - their eyes are closed - their faces are looking down to soil
Their hands are bones - they mind is devastated
Crowded square - pulses with silent anger
They are attached to the main square of the city
Howling sirens and explosions of grenades
Purulent president - Brutality devilment
Purulent president - Brutality punishment
Elusive pride - rises like phoenix
Raised up eyes - full of desire to kill
Instead of weakness - strength, instead passivity - rage
The crowd crushes everything on its way to freedom
Eating the bodies - of fallen emperor servants
A crowd freed holy rage for nation freedom
On the pillars hang the uneaten corpses of clerks
It’s time to burn - burn in solemn fire
Die! Die! Die motherfucking bitch!
Here he is on his knees, he begs for mercy
pus flows from the gnawed parts of his body
His voice no longer commands respect
His office is covered by dismembered guards
A bloody sunset has risen over the country
Taste of corpse will return freedom and glory
No voices - their eyes are closed - their faces are looking down to soil
Their hands are bones - they mind is devastated
Crowded square - pulses with silent anger
They are attached to the main square of the city
Howling sirens and explosions of grenades
Purulent president - Brutality devilment
Purulent president - Brutality punishment
Elusive pride - rises like phoenix
Raised up eyes - full of desire to kill
Instead of weakness - strength, instead passivity - rage
The crowd crushes everything on its way to freedom
Eating the bodies - of fallen emperor servants
A crowd freed holy rage for nation freedom
On the pillars hang the uneaten corpses of clerks
It’s time to burn - burn in solemn fire
Die! Die! Die motherfucking bitch!
Here he is on his knees, he begs for mercy
pus flows from the gnawed parts of his body
His voice no longer commands respect
His office is covered by dismembered guards
A bloody sunset has risen over the country
Taste of corpse will return freedom and glory
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Frozen Hell - Album Credits
Members
- Max Weissheim : Vocals
- Artem Melkov : Lead Guitar
- Alexander Inozemtsev : Rhythm Guitar
- Danil Dobrynya : Bass
- Vitaly Grits : Drums
Other staff
- Nikolay Kondratyev : Mixing, Mastering Engineer