We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Strike Wounded

by Militaria

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

about

First single off the upcoming debut Album REMAINS WITH PAIN, scheduled mid 2020!

lyrics

Laying, in a bloody pool of mess
Fallen for your countries war
Abandoned, left to rot and die
No one round to hear your cries.
Cant go on anymore, now you scream bloody gore, the world's a sad fallen state
Think you can change the path of our fate? No you fool, you're way too late.
Way too late!

Strike Wounded!
A piercing round, enters your fleshy shell
Strike Wounded!
Unmatched pain, ushers you into hell
Strike Wounded!
Death calls, he couldn't come fast enough
Strike Wounded!
This is the end, destroy the world for us

Conscripted, to serve, for the nation state
Stand in line like your old blood line
Brainwashed, like another, marionette
Evil puppeteers, make you dance the murderous waltz
Gun down, innocence
Don't let the public know, this is where their tax dollars go
Honour, is worthless, in this land
Be your honour in death!

Strike Wounded!
With a piercing round
Strike Wounded!
Unmatched pain
Strike Wounded!
Death calls
Strike Wounded!
This is the end!



Forests, burning down, all around this countries fertile ground
Cities, left to face, the coming solace from the human race
Forge the Earth, into place, its a barren land of dirt, left to waste
Forecast, showing red, paint the ground with your led, evil dead
Comrades, save me, I've got a bullet wound in my face, stop the blood flow before I leave this place
The fires, are spreading, take the leaders heads to the guillotine
Crush their puny heads, while the people sing.

No heart, can be found inside
Nothing living left, just a hollow shell
Feeling death creep, slowly turning to decay
Burn it all down, no point to it all

Why must, the peasants, serve as pawns for the aristocrats
Treating us like ants, for their selfish acts
Fascistic, tyranny, bludgeoning the poor that they use and play, nothing but a dog, to command and slay

credits

released March 6, 2020
Guitar/ Bass/ Drums/ Recording/ Songwriting - Chalky Hill
Vocals/ Lyrics - Jimmy (ASYLUM)
Guitar Solo - Rob (ASYLUM)
Bass Outro - Zaac (ODIUS/NONBERK)
Gang Vocals - Jimmy, Rob, Moosh (Ex -Deraign), Chalky and Sam (Seraphic)

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Militaria Brisbane, Australia

contact / help

Contact Militaria

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Militaria, you may also like: