7.62x39 from BLUTWURST by Black Bleeding
The sound of Kalashnikov poetry: bullets, holes, and the blurred line between liberation and annihilation. This riff is fully automatic.
Tracklist
| 5. | 7.62x39 | 3:54 |
Lyrics
5. 7.62x39
Seven six two by thirty-nine. The sores of lies are bursting. A bullet blasts past your ear. A second one splats your brain on the wall. I wanna see you full of fucking holes. Bleeding from your head, your eyes, your fucking soul. A. K. Instrument of death or life. My gun my dog, kids and wife. Oppressor, liberator. My AK roars with fire, breath of lead. Wrath. For What? Seven six two by thirty-nine. A.K. Die die die die! I wanna see you fucking die. Destruction. Construction. No right or wrong. Determine. Who lives or who dies. Fire. Higher. A fist of lead, a path for war. Somebody will die tonight. Submission. Liberation. My gun my dog. Who are we to survive? Fire. Higher. A fist of lead, a path for war. Nobody will hail tonight. Die die die die. I wanna see you fucking die. Seven six two by thirty-nine. Seven six two by thirty-nine. The sores of lies are bursting. A bullet blasts past my ear. A second one splats your brain on the wall. Instrument of death or life. My gun my dog, kids and wife. Oppressor, liberator. My AK roars with fire, breath of lead. I wanna see you full of fucking holes. Bleeding from your head, your eyes, your fucking soul. A. K.
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License
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Black*Bleeding was forged in 1998 out of sheer madness, when dangerously obsessed individuals chose tortured riffs and apocalyptic rhythms over therapy. Now a raw and merciless power trio — still wild, still violent, sharpened with a filthy rock’n’roll edge, and dedicated to bringing beautiful chaos everywhere, louder than reason and stronger than common sense.