(Verse)
Drool dripping out, my tongue hanging south, saliva flowing free
My eyes full of lust, my bombs gonna bust, so large you cannot flee
Those I abhor, c’mere you whore, your skirt’s going up past your knees!
(Chorus)
Terrorist
I’m the bomberman
Terrorist
I do what I can
Terrorist
Evil Masterplan
Terrorist
(Verse)
The hate that I feel, it makes me squeal
with pleasure as I see you weep
by your hair, I’ll pull you there, and guide you to my meat
Cut out your tongue, then watch you run! Through minefields vast and deep
(Chorus)
Oh you’ve done it now…DIE DIE
(Verse)
Spare me she begged, her life clearly plagued
I put her! Out of her misery
Her white lifeless eyes, her bloody red thighs
I dive in for her pussy
Am I sick? Bloody red dicked,
Terror erotic lobotomy
supported by 5 fans who also own “Terrorist (Carnivore Cover) (Bonus)”
Pretty much the best Black/Speed Metal I've listened to since I learned about Evil Invaders and Vulture. Everything you'd love to be reminded of about this musical era is there. The influences are what you'd expect too: Motörhead, Venom, Bathory, early Slayer, Celtic Frost; aggressive vocals, tortured guitar solos, pounding drums; everything is fast, clear and still a little grimy, but without reverb cranked up to the max. Amazing band, amazing album. Odiumediae
supported by 5 fans who also own “Terrorist (Carnivore Cover) (Bonus)”
This album is an absolute banger. The riffs are especially groovy this time, the vocals are amazing, and the overall thing is supercatchy. If I'd have to list one downside, it's that the mix is so bass-heavy that the sound only truely comes into it's right when listened on good headphones or extremely good speakers. On anything less it can sound like the bass drowns the rest of the music out. 9/10 Buzzario
supported by 4 fans who also own “Terrorist (Carnivore Cover) (Bonus)”
The second (03:01) I heard that angry bellow gurgling upwards as from the depths of hell, conquering the composition, rising in intensity, and climaxing more than half a minute later (a geyser of blood spouting up from Tartaros, breaching subterranean roofs and spewing forth onto the face of the earth), I was engrossed hook, line and sinker. Drawn into the underworldly dark. Vocal performances like these never fail to conjure a grin on my face. The Disillusioned One