Satyricon - Filthgrinder Lyrics
Filthgrinder, no-love machine, cleanerUnknown to remorse and pityCynical, electric *****in murdererWhat a scenery, the heavy pulsebeat of theUnholy Alliance and the white fearTake a look around and understand, (that) your day's are numberedThe demon on the Wall and the ticking clockClosing in (on that final) grasp for air, do you still believe?The future beast is rising and tyranny has come for 777 yearsReach out for mercy, it's just a bygone awayFilthgrinder - practise aggressionFilthgrinder - protect the wealth of the EliteFilthgrinder - tremble upon the uglyTrueborn creature, twist that Firm grasp of yoursLike in days of oldHe can feel it, he knows they can'tTo be in league with the underworld can't be mistakenYou don't believe, you know!He chants a primitive gospel, so very hardYeah!The mechanisms of destructive behaviour can be an artform in itselfThe beast risen represents no so called dark mercyEvil knows no good, good knows no evilBut a saviour he is in all forms, but religiousA grand engine carrying years of built up hatredAnd Powers, you know that, isn't that why I can smell your fear?Your heart trying to rip it's way through your chestFilthgrinder a beastified being risen from the collectiveHatred of an oppressed peopleA people representing pride, dignity and honour!
