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Listen Zouzounia - Ax Kounelaki


Lyrics

Remix Século XX (Adriana Calcanhotto)

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Apanhe e leve algumas palavras como souvenirs.
Faça você mesmo seu micro tabuleiro enquanto jogo linguístico.
Babilaque
Pop
Chinfra
Parangolé
Beatnick
Vietcong
Bolchevique
Technicolor
Biquini
Pagode
Axé
Mambo
Rádio
Cibernética
Celular
Automóvel
Buceta
Favela
Lisérgico
Maconha
Ninfeta
Megafone
Microfone
Clone
Sonar
Sputinik
Dada
Sagarana
Estéreo
Subdesenvolvimento
Existencialismo
Fórmica
Arroba
Antivirus
Motoserra
Mega
Sena
Cubofuturismo
Biopirataria
Dodecafônico
Polifônico
Naviloca
Polivox

Wash Your Face In My Sink (Dream Warriors)




You wash your face in my sink
In my sink
You wash your face in my sink
In my sink (sink)
You wash your face in my sink
In my sink (sink)
You wash your face in my sink

Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld
Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field
Sadly you get up to bat and take a swing thing
Should I
Shouldn't I try?
Too late
You sunk into the sink that I wash my face

You wash your face in my sink
In my sink

Tougher
That's what I'm getting
I'm getting rougher
And you beat me?
Suffer
The attempt of an attempt well tried
Well your side tried
But my side will never be denied
Cause I'm swinging it stinging neglection
With an injection of truth
I've come to untwist the twisted youth
How does it feel now that I've got you all to think?
Yeah, and wash your face in my sink

You wash your face in my sink

Here I go I here I go I here I go again
I have a little place to send a little false friend
Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts
A little negative taught
Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence
That makes sense
So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes
For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges
What I just spoke into a language called speech
You try to catch it but you just can't reach
For you leave a ring around the basin
When you wash your face in
In my sink

You wash your face in my sink

Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye
You constantly lie "when dove's cry"
Out that you are not about what you say
The image of the field you reveal and portray
For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism
So please listen
Up not down
For down is the devil
So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble
You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel
For this is pure pain
Pick ax and a shovel
Hear no command
Hear just warning
If you wake up in the morning
And wash your face in my sink

You wash your face in my sink

Swing on the grounds of the play ground
The wire to the amp to improve the sound
I mean give me an M-I-C that is clean
And witness the warriors of the dream
For the bigger the orange
Is the bigger the peel
Thieves who steal
Get a wheel for real
A spin to infin or until I give a pardon
Me, I never promised you a rose garden
Or nourishment just punishment for a fink
Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink

You wash your face in my sink

Open up the door
Step across the wet floor
You can make it
You can tape it
This rhyme forevermore
Peer into the drain as the water goes down
Why do you frown is the end of the sound
* * *
But bring back the rhyme
For the rhyme is evaporated
And all of the sucker MCs
To the Jones is saying
They would
They could
They think
But never ever never dare try
To wash their face in my sink

1597 (Atmosphere)




[Slug]
Hence forth, step within my psychoanalysis
callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
out I ripped it, squeeeeezed the brain: it made some liquid
drained it in a cup and then I sipped it
Atmosphere! The mic let me clutch it
thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid
** it! I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof: shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot
take aim, here I came, I'm the same
Back in '86, I'da tag my name upon your window pane
stained the mind: a deep shade of residue
voices within the head make choices multiple
multiply Spawn, Slug a little buzz
and Atmosphere the scuds, cuz here come the judge
blasted; so past the kid a mic so we can paint this
image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language
it's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell
now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
and come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
mathematic Atmospheric staff with the rhyme craft
comin to capture, your after-laughter
while I'm hangin from this rafter, I have to rip this rapture
cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper wit your amplify, you damn-you die...

<talking>
Why try?
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle:
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it
and next a billowing thunderhead
perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
probing the structure of the sky...
Why try?

[Slug]
Cause I can read an emcee from front to back
from the cover to the classified - I've pacified
my mind with my rhyme skills - I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
this ax_handle_tripled inch_spike_protruding
from the tip of my mic distrubuting **in headshots
shots to your head, now your're knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trutch thru the sludge and the slugs and the bird shit
we swarm with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never ** with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your deejay was Jesus, you could never ** with these kids

[Spawn]
Yea mutha**a! you know who you **in with
you know what kind**whooping comes with this
your whole crew could get some of this,
your wack**** kids is what the subject is
roughnecks live, for only a second
then they give oblivion's, what you've stepped in
your reps token, should have been lookin
I'm sick of you bitch-ass crews when:
you tried take what's not your but 'cha couldn't
take mine, your fake rhymes - spit them you shouldn't
what will it be now? another victory
ayo who will it be now? it's Spawn that emcee
complete, a true champ - stamped that on my essence
amped shootin presence, fattenin each **in sentence
when its time, then it's time to go
that's what I know, be rippin mics at every show we flow
but who's got my back though?

[Slug]
Stress, Beyond, ANT, the Slug

[Spawn]
so you bests be on your way before there's trouble...

To The Rescue (U-God)

[U-God]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin
One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons
Burn, handgun herns, standin firm
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan
The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic
Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic'
Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited
Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated
You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax
Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax
Shillac em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin
Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin

[Chorus: U-God]
Professional vets, now comin through vexed
I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress
And Leatha Face pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

[Leatha Face]
I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta
Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered
By my block sponsers, monster Tonka truck ya
The whole train conductor
A hole in your spine, rip your stomach motha**a
Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds
Infrared, signin on the glock, splittin ya head
Drippin wet from death threat messages I inject
Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets
Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin like incense
Vets broken into the flesh, soakin in ya own mess
Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets
Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows
Holdin ya breath, gaggin for a bit of oxygen
Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document
Lockin position, invision, adapt critical condition
Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin
Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket ** from the inside to the outside
In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow
Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles
Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin you
Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses **in you
Claim professional, but I never met you
Son I never forget you
I slaughter foes when my particles wet you
To the Rescue

[Chorus: U-God]
Professional vets, now comin through vexed
I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

[U-God]
Slash hope, raw burnin, freezin thoughts are cold
Ballistic missle lift off, now one behold
My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume
With grief fallin on me in a breeze, the seas partin
It's two men awesome, uncanny
The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny
Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me
I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw
Menate the the law, practice my ambition
Understand determination, plus my burnin condition
Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster
Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster
Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic
The floor panic when revolvin, Shaolin dodgin
Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem"
Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred
The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness
Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse
The crash course, the portions of my Porsche
Divorse it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force
Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it
Toss the smokin corpse, seldom sing
Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin and swarmin
Vikin style, strikin without warnin a nation
Standin ovation, rap devastation
New animation, the scandal
Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you
God damn you! To the rescue

[Chorus: U-God]
Professional vets, now comin through vexed
I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best?
The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress
The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you
REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

For My People (EPMD)




Hereeeeeee we go....
Verse One: Erick Sermon
The E R I C K S E R M O N
I'm dark skinned pack a mac 10
More menace and I'll wreck the whole damn set
Smash (yes) you ain't seen *shit* yet
Yes a fact a black nine mil is what I pack
In the front of my waist right next to my bozack
A safety for the suckers that hate me
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately
I hope not it's no fun getting shot
Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin
You should hope, that disco appearance like broke
Mass destruction when I start crushin and bustin
Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin
Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shit's thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
Got dropped on by USA and like cleaned her
I manage to damage people without a sequel
This is for my people
Verse Two: PMD
Check out the main attraction, black man in action
Number one crowd mover, I break backs in
Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for
Sucker snappin necks, bustin caps, and breakin jaws
It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
to whine while I dine, sounds genuine
You walked in wrong camp, punk, stepped on a landmine
Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring
From Brentwood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
For some *bullshit* charge, mugshot on file
For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine
No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a tech nine
Yes the brother's back wit no knife or ax
Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack
Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam
Something similar to a Roger Moore scene
That's James Bond, 007, wit guillotine
To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team
Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel
For this *shit* I kick, it's strictly for my people
(PMD gives shoutouts)

The Jump Off (Wu-Tang Clan)

[INS]
Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
All the way from the slums of Shaolin
Special uninvited guests
Came in through the back door
Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!

Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances
Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras
Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus
Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas
Scandalous, made the metro panic
Cause static, with or without the automatic
And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it
It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard

[Raekwon]
Ayo, ayo
Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin
Slay em in the eighth inning
Stay truck, god stay playin linen
Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that
Mink jeans on, seen where the real at
2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills
Y'all niggas lyin
Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach
Go broke, all seen, done it
Words from the heavy set
If I don't eat, then we already met
Fly**bro, liver than coke

[Meth]
Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell
Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial
Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
Who don't pay they bills on time and ** wit digital
Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing
Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in
Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in

[Masta Killa]
That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico
Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko
My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle
One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
X amount of lead spray from the barrel
Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll
Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit
To make my niggas from East New York flip

[Bobby Digital]
Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!)
You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper
And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!)
Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math
Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!)
But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)

[Ghostface]
Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
Your socks hangin out, yours is talkin
Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
Sport my old Force MD furs in the 80's
Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots
I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out
Murder these bikini bitches, switchin with they backs out

[U-God]
Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay quick
That David Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, Snow White stiff
Verbal killas, gorilla grip
God body shit, puff Marley spliffs

[Cappadonna]
You might see me in a 6, that's not my style
You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child
I be in the benzo, keep a low profile
Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild
I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild
I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game
Live life to the fullest, still want more fame
Darts on layaway, beats on standby
Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime

[GZA]
Run on the track like Jesse Owens
Broke the record flowin, without any knowin
That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay
It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ
A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground
Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound
The best time yet still 7.0
Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow

Mestre Pastinha Morreu (Mestre Barrão)

Mestre Pastinha morreu
Ainda tinha esperança
Hoje em dia a capoeira
Já está virando dança
Capoeira era forte
Só o negro que sabia
Quando o patrão atacava
O negro se defendia
(coro)Mestre Pastinha morreu
Ainda tinha esperança
Hoje em dia a capoeira
Já está virando dança
No tempo da escravidão
O negro se defendia
Com golpe de Capoeira
O negro matava ou morria
(coro)Mestre Pastinha morreu
Ainda tinha esperança
Hoje em dia a capoeira
Já está virando dança
Capoeira evolução
Capoeira camarada
Um balé sem criação
A capoeira vai virar
(coro)Mestre Pastinha morreu
Ainda tinha esperança
Hoje em dia a capoeira
Já está virando dança
Abra meu caminhos
Oi areia
Eu quero passar
(coro)Oi areia
Sou pequenininho
(coro)Oi areia
Filho de Iemanjá
(coro)Oi areia
Oi areia
Oi areia eh
(coro)Oi areia
Oi tem areia
No fundo mar
Tem areia
(coro)Oi tem areia
No fundo mar
Tem areia

Se Ti Muovi (Articolo 31)

Sul campione di Frank sperminator Godi J Ax insieme a Dj Jad per il 2 con il triplo zero se la risposta è sempre la stessa perché si!!
Non sapevo perché quando ho cominciato in fondo non me lo ero mica domandato di presupposto c'era il rischio di finire emarginato ma ho avuto la risposta la prima volta che la folla ha urlato dopo di che primo lp 50.000 cd partiti da lì 7 anni di hits radio tv ma tutto questo è solo un mezzo per raggiungerti e della fama esiste il prezzo non confonderti non preoccuparti è solo il party che continua balliamo in cerchio sotto il fuoco io resto in prima linea non è mai stata questione di strategie ma di energie coraggio di investire su una vita senza garanzie ora non sono un cantante ma un mutante volante brigante arrogante che lascia il microfono sanguinante sempre a cavallo di una hit però non sentenzio faccio bordello su un beat dove impongono silenzio.
RIT. Soltanto un rapper con il suo dj su un palco per parlare a chi si vede in noi e se ti muovi se ti muovi io capisco che ho ragione e tu lo provi quando connetto la mia musica la tua testa svalvola trasforma ogni tragedia in favola ogni eccezione in regola e tu ti muovi e se ti muovi e io capisco che ho ragione e tu lo provi!!!!
han detto: "il rap all'italiana non andrà mai" due anni dopo cantavo un inno alla Marjiuana in Rai mettevo l'anima nel mike DJ Jad nell'Akay e la nostra roba ancora spruzza come spray fuori dal tu Hi Fi dicevano "questi Articolo dureranno poco" è vero lo dicono ancora 10 anni dopo io gioco con in panchina più d'una signorina perché la rima è il mio scopo e per la signorina brucia il mio fuoco capisci che chi ci da addosso prende solo lisci e a pigliare fischi tu non ci hai mai visti feticisti di microfoni e giradischi fuori dai giorni tristi senza pudori come nudisti bestie da pub nell'anima casinisti non mi sono iscritto al country club ma all'anonima alcolisti vedi che non ci importa siamo gli unici artisti arrestati dagli sbirri della loro scorta.
RIT.
JAD vai bello.
Credo che gli Articolo siano un incidente stradale durante l'esodo musicale di questo fine secolo si affronta questo decathlon esistenziale con metodo confusionale con approccio bisbetico ma cordiale ironico irrazionale forti di un suono unico che diventò corale e letale non farnetico è che mi ha detto il medico che sono epilettico nel mio apparato fonetico con disfunzione lessicale se voglio mangio caviale e bevo champagne ma preferisco vino e salame e il mio barrista è il mio più grande fan intorno ho solo gente che fa pan dan col mio funk versione psicopatica di Peter Pan e del suo clan eterno ragazzino e m'invidia un casino capitano Uncino forse perché sto in camerino a farmi Campanellino? A lui ho il mio ditino medio da mostrare nient'altro lo lascio nel mare io devo andare sul palco .
RIT

Luna Park Mentale (Articolo 31)

Consigli per uno sballo continuo:
La sera quando vai al bar, non ordinare un liquore qualsiasi, ordinane dieci. Quando il tuo senso dell'equilibrio comincia a cedere recati pure all'adiacente parchetto dove troverai simpatici cittadini che per poche migliaia di lire ti forniranno di simpatici additivi per farcire le tue cartine. Se riuscirai a mantenere questo tenore di vita per anni, stando attento alle antipatiche forze dell'ordine forse riuscirai a ridurti così: Schiavo
Hai mai provato ad andare al luna park fuori con stimolatori, amplificatori di luci e colori.
Ecco io vivo così, forse mami m'ha tagliato l'omogeneizzato con l'LSD, ma ci si abitua a tutto, spesso chi ti dice di star sobri e chi si caga addosso composi nudo artistico in copertina su Five con Chonky, Bonny e Clide, ma che attizzata non sai, organizziamo un convention ad altezza d'uomo di cantanti buonisti, proibizionisti, predicatori. Giochiamo a Carmageddon. Io sono l'uomo che al volante li schiaccia come pomodori. Per quelli come me il mondo è una sala giochi. Sei neuroni fossero gettoni ne ho ancora pochi. Ruota panoramica sull'hip-hop e se poi avanza tempo rollercoster su una pin-up di playboy.
Rit.
Viviamo in un lunapark, siamo completamente rifiutati dalla realtà, non siamo sobri da anni ormai; l'istinto dentro l'hi-fi, la ragione in standby. Per noi vomitare è uno sport, t'affittiamo una stanza da letto nei bar. Non siamo sobri da anni ormai, chissà perchè però gli sclerati siete voi.
Posy Argento > Io vivo in un lunapark che ha svarioni collettivi come il tagadà, non ho disciplina, zia mettimi in riga perchè se son sballata perdo le parole come liga, figa. Diciamo francamente che io me ne infischio visto che ogni mio vizio lo gestisco al meglio trascurando il rischio. Dall'inizio ogni mio sfizio è soddisfatto in pieno in quanto per il mio piacere viver bene mi ci butto a capo fitto. Non è che me ne fotto, ma mi diverto una sacco se riesco a giocare su ogni cosa che faccio, babbo, noi viviamo in un parco giochi dove non esiste il pagliaccio. Per il resto assaggio e sorseggio ogni qualsiasi bevanda che passa il convento e peggio che io sono fusa senza un reale motivo di fondo, ma soprattutto senza volerlo. Bello, rollaci sto zucchero filato al caramello che è meglio e ringrazio dio se domani mi ripiglio e mi sveglio. Sveglia, scempio dentro il luna park dove la sera si sclera. Sogno di girare in centro al lecco in sala blu come la mi sa che se non sapevi chi era ora si sa.
Rit.
Viviamo in un lunapark, siamo completamente rifiutati dalla realtà, non siamo sobri da anni ormai; l'istinto dentro l'hi-fi, la ragione in standby. Per noi vomitare è uno sport, t'affittiamo una stanza da letto nei bar. Non siamo sobri da anni ormai, chissà perchè però gli sclerati siete voi.
Posi Argento > Nel Musical, colpi da pungiball, sento che nello stomaco stanno lievitando i popcorn, oh no, ci risiamo sto di nuovo ko, mi sa che è meglio che sto fuori dai ristrovi tipo woodstock, io la pazza ragazza che suona i campanelli e poi scappa però sta volta l'hai fatta grossa, che mossa la posta, tante belle gnocche nel recinto acchiappi la più cozza.
J Ax > Dei mestieri sono i rischi, sara la mescalina del mio whisky vedo deformato come nel tunnel degli specchi, per questo ti domino tanto splendente bellezza, bruttezza, indecente non le vedo neanche, mi chiedo come riesco, tipo ieri sera ho rimorchiato un mostro unchioso, vestitino d'arlecchino, sotto acido, fognia di Berlino come alito, ma ubriaco fradicio, disgustosa come lotta nel fango, Ferrara Vs Costanzo femminile come la De filippis, più uomo di Rambo, non vengo da te ti ho conocsiuto adesso, le ho detto muoviti cesso la roulet russa del sesso ci si butta al letto poi ci diamo sotto e poi domani mi sparo appena realizzo, per ora da fori che sfogo i calori, che Luna Park sarebbe senza il tunnel degli orrori Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Rit.
Viviamo in un lunapark, siamo completamente rifiutati dalla realtà, non siamo sobri da anni ormai; l'istinto dentro l'hi-fi, la ragione in standby. Per noi vomitare è uno sport, t'affittiamo una stanza da letto nei bar. Non siamo sobri da anni ormai, chissà perchè però gli sclerati siete voi.
Rit.
Viviamo in un lunapark, siamo completamente rifiutati dalla realtà, non siamo sobri da anni ormai; l'istinto dentro l'hi-fi, la ragione in standby. Per noi vomitare è uno sport, t'affittiamo una stanza da letto nei bar. Non siamo sobri da anni ormai, chissà perchè però gli sclerati siete voi!!!!!!!!

Tyrant Dies (Hammers Of Misfortune)

Behold I've come Ax in hand
To lay claim to this your land
Face me now I stand alone
Rightful heir to yonder throne

Fool! How dare you come here
With your insults and delusions
Guards! Behead this wretch
And fetch his ax for my collection

Good it is to taste this wine again
And fall upon the necks of mortal men
Drunk I am upon the blood of slaves
Kingly blood I deign to taste

(dies)

Villagers:
"When the Ax is freed from hell
A single stroke shall break the spell
When the Ax is free again
A brutal reign shall meet its end"


Video


To video clip "Ax Kounelaki" apo tin ekpompi "Erxontai Ta Zouzounia."




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