God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
Thanks for the add!! We're in contact!! How are you going there? If you want, can to send me info to support in my Blogzine and in other medias that I contribute, like Zines & Webzines around Latin-America!! Do you can speak spanish or portuguese? My english isn't so good!!
.. Hailzzz Purgatorio and welcome by the Crushing Jackhammer legions! ThnX for the request us and supporting the oldskool Thrash Metal!! Keep it brutal and support the undergroundscene!!! Thrashing greetzzz from Holland!!!! DEATH TO FALSE METAL!!!!!
Geweldig staaltje blackmetal! Net als bij Morto Kacho vind ik het geweldig te weten dat metal op de Antillen ook leeft. Mochten jullie ook een cd uitbrengen dan zou ik die ook graag kopen.
Whether it stormed or snowed or the sun was smiling at them If the night was black or the day boiling warm Their faces were dusty but their spirits were high Their panzers it raced along with the storm
With thundering engines as fast as lightning Through victory and defeat they fought their way With blockades and tanks the foes tried to stop them But in full speed they rolled at their prey
Their fighting will forever stand no mark But at last their faithless luck them couldn't save When the bullets killed them and their fate sat in Then their panzer became their grave
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