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Embryodead (Cockroach Modified)
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Alternative
Embryodead (Cockroach Modified) werd uitgebracht op 13 januari 1998 door Metropolis Records als onderdeel van het album Born Again
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Releasedatum13 januari 1998
LabelMetropolis Records
Melodische kwaliteit
Akoestiek
Valence
Dansbaarheid
Energie
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rudy Ratzinger
Rudy Ratzinger
Songwriter

Songteksten

"Ier sind doch irgendwo kinder versteckt
Ich wittere sie ich werde sie aufspüren
Wenn meine nase mich nicht täuscht
Sind sie dort sie müssen ganz in der nähe sein das spüre ich"
You are in a mess 'cause this is the end
God, he cannot bless, not leading your hand
In your mother's womb, you feel warm and safe
That's a fallacy 'cause this is your grave
Do you want to feel how hard it can be?
Vegetating flesh was always the fee
For living in this pain and in agony
'Til the devil comes and fetches with glee
Kommt heraus
Kommt heraus
Embryodead
You will go mad
Let's ease your pain
Embryodead
You are condemned
Don't attempt to exist
In this world full of hate
"Man braucht nur zu wissen wo man sie zu suchen hat sie müssen ganz in der nähe sein das spüre ich diese nase hat mich noch nie getäuscht in meinem leben noch nicht und wenn ich die kinder hier entdecke fange ich sie in meinem netz und du wirst bestraft"
Do you want to feel how hard it can be?
Vegetating flesh was always the fee
For living in this pain and in agony
'Til the devil comes and fetches with glee
You are in a mess 'cause this is the end
God, he cannot bless, not leading your hand
In your mother's womb, you feel warm and safe
That's a fallacy 'cause this is your grave
Kommt heraus
Kommt heraus
Embryodead
You will go mad
Let's ease your pain
Embryodead
You are condemned
Don't attempt to exist
In this world full of hate
"Kinder euer hoheit grässliche kreaturen furchtbar furchtbar tückisch ausländer natürlich"
Child, do not ask me to decide
'Cause it's me who can tell you
How hard it is to live
'Cause it's me who can tell you
How hard it is to give
Without any reason, without any sense
Without any reason, without any sense
Without any reason, without any sense
Without any reason, without any sense
Without any reason, without any sense
Without any reason, without any sense
Embryodead
You will go mad
Let's ease your pain
Embryodead
You are condemned
Don't attempt to exist
In this world full of hate
Embryodead
You will go mad
Embryodead
You will go mad
Written by: Rudy Ratzinger
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