 | John Lennon - Sunday Bloody Sunday John Lennon - Sunday Bloody Sunday Copyright - 1972 Apple/EMI Records The Bloody Sunday massacre in Northern Ireland occurred on 30 January 1972 The hardships of war-torn Northern Ireland are explianed in "Sunday Bloody Sunday. Lyrics: Well it was sunday bloody sunday When they shot the people there The crys of thirteen marty martyrs Filled the free derry air. Is there any one among you Dare to blame it on the kids? Not a soldier boy was bleeding When they nailed the coffin lidds! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday's the day! You claim to be majority Well you know that it's a lie You're really a minority Oh this sweet emerald asle. When Stormont bans our marchers They've got a lot to learn Internment is no answer It's those mother's turn to burn! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday's the day! You anglo pigs and scotties Sent to colonize the north You wave your bloody Union Jacks And you know what it's worth! How dare you hold on to ransom A people proud and free Keep ireland for the irish Put the english back to sea! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday's the day! Yes it's always bloody sunday In the concentration camps Keep Falls and roads free forever From the bloody english hands Repatriate to britain All of you who call it home Leave ireland to the irish Not for London or for Rome! Sunday bloody sunday Bloody sunday's the day |
 | Lovers End Elfen lied Won 3rd place in mikifallsover contest kind of gory. elfen lied the birthday massacre lovers end. Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright Fear-cloaked renditions of that autumn night Digging up rumours of the kids in the park What awful things happened in the dark? Take just one last dare Pretend you don't care Till twilight falls Wait, is someone else here? And I can't stop my tears I've never been so scared In the cellar buried 6 feet deep The lover's shaken from a dreamless sleep Nails clawing splinters from the ceiling and floor Shrieking like the witches til his stitches are sore Take just one last dare Pretend you don't care Till twilight falls Wait, is someone else here? And I can't stop my tears I've never been so scared Calling for the other Searching for her lover Secrets she discovers drain her face of color 1, 2, 3, 4, underneath cellar floor 5, 6, 7, 8, lover will suffocate |
 | The Logan Chainsaw Massacre An experimental film that was filmed without a script. It is inspired by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre but falls quite sure of that masterpiece. This, my friends, is what you get when you film a short film without a script! |
 | Slayer - War Ensemble Thrash Metal From Album "Seasons In The Abyss" Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the singe The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front llines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead Chorus Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Chorus Be dead friend from abve When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground Gregime prophetic age Old in it's time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes (era forever more...war) Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat Chorus Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victory's a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill |
 | War Ensemble © 1990 Def American Records (Lyrics: Jeff Hanneman, Tom Araya) (Music: Hanneman) Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the singe The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front lines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's really survival The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill Be dead friend from above When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground Gregime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes (era forever more...war) Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victory's a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill |
 | Canta Maria Trailer Maria loves Filipe and is desired by his nephew in Northeastern Brazil in the late 1930s Set in the backlands of Northeastern Brazil in the late 1930s, this film tells the story of Maria and her loves. Maria loses her parents in a bloody massacre, when soldiers invade their farm in pursuit of a gang of outlaws her parents have given shelter. She falls in love with Filipe, a horse tamer who lives nearby with his nephew, Coriolano, who also falls in love with her. Filipe's jealousy destroys both passions and pulls them apart. The three meet again in an unexpected ending, in which they each find happiness in their own way. |
 | The Paper Death Massacre Supreme Deluxe a man shoots another guy with a uzi and then his head falls off from the other guys heart |
 | Slayer - War Ensemble Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the singe The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front llines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead Chorus Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victorys a massacre The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill Chorus Be dead friend from abve When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground Gregime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes (era forever more...war) Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat Chorus Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victorys a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill |
 | Slayer - War Ensemble Old school Thrash Metal band. |Lyrics| Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the siege The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front lines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Be dead friend from above When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground regime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the Rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes Era forever more...war Propaganda War Ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victory's a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill |
 | Slayer: War Ensemble (Live Decade of Aggression) From Slayer's live album Decade of Aggression. Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the siege The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front lines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead CHORUS Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill CHORUS Be dead friend from above When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground Gregime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the Rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes Era forever more...war Propaganda War Ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat CHORUS Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victory's a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill |
 | Slayer- War Ensemble music video (Wembley UK) Wembley UK 1990 From the album Seaseons in the Abyss Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the singe The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid Infiltration push reserves Encircle the front llines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead Chorus Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victorys a massacre The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill Chorus Be dead friend from abve When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground Gregime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes (era forever more...war) Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat Chorus Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victorys a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill Its how many people I can kill |
 | Slayer - War Ensemble My favorite song from Slayer's Seasons in the Abyss. I didn't put the album art in the video because my internet was down when I made this. I might go back and edit it depending on how much views it gets. Lyrics: Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the singe The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid infiltration push reserves Encircle the front llines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead CHORUS Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill CHORUS Be dead friend from abve When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground GRegime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the Rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes (Era forever more...war) Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat CHORUS Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victory's a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill |
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