Summer Demo 2015

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Recorded June 2015

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released July 21, 2015

Kömmander Z - vocals, guitars
Guldrelokk - Drums

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Kömmand Seattle, Washington

Congregated in summer 2014 to play blackthrash in the O L D ways. Total retro worship.

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Track Name: Hailstorms 100-Proof
Hailstorms 100-proof

Black liquid mysticism
Reaping through my veins
Some hours to rejoin the storm
And forget my graveyard chains

Grinning skulls of fools and liars
Slandered in every tongue
Ragged eaten by the wind
As god I’ll walk among

I call the storm into my flesh
I call the storm into my craft

Hailstorms 100-proof
Thunderfloods of alchemy swirled
In the storm of delayed reaction
I am the banner unfurled!
Track Name: We Are The Boot On The Throat Of God
We Are The Boot On The Throat Of God

Born for abortion, spinal cord bled dry
Fixed to be broken, cradled by the lies
Cured to be sick, love is no defense
Praised to be worthless, repeat in fear and incense

So gather every army
The chosen tribe must die
When every church is burned to ash
So ends the tyrant in the sky

We are the boot on the throat of god
We are the boot on the throat of god

Killed to be alive, heaven built of screams
Freed to be slaved, no waking from the dream
Filled to be empty, to bow - no greater ecstasy
Against every instinct, I heard them screaming mutiny

So gather every army
The chosen tribe must die
When every church is burned to ash
So ends the tyrant in the sky
Track Name: Nekrö Kömmandö Attack!
Nekrö Kömmandö Attack!

My steps leave a trail of corpses
A road paved with fears
My boots silence screaming faces
And are shined by tears...
My legs stand astride the world
Who can see my height?
My hips satisfy 10,000 lusts
Every fucking night

My guts hold 1000 ales
Dark as night, strong as stone
No single mortal weapon
My hands have never known
My mouth knows the song of war
Feared in every land
My eyes pierce the strongest souls
And mark them for Kömmand

Reeking of hate and no regrets,
I am the bastard who’ll send you through death
Curse my name with your last breath
I am the bastard who’ll send you through death
Track Name: The Call Of The Brocken Moon
Call of the Brocken Moon

In stormful, prayerless night
By an alter of broken stone
Let putrid hearts enthrone him

Ancient ritual reborn
Witches dance like tattered puppets
And weave the words to covet him

The reek of melting corpses
Spiked with LSD
Nourish us to see him

To the horned king we gave
The whispered oaths of slaves
Infant flesh for taste
And carnal lusts obeyed

Naked writhe like snakes
Every orifice pacified
Your sex does satisfy him

To the horned king we gave
The whispered oaths of slaves
Infant flesh for taste
And carnal lusts obeyed
Track Name: Stuka Slut
Stuka Slut

Ashes rain from the sky
In the haze of industry.
Nestled between the thighs,
The other German factory

For who shall man the Panzer lines, upon the eastern front?
And why will London fear the night?
You can mint the future, you can craft the future,
You can fill the master's order.
Ius Primae Noctis, horizontal livelihood,
Taking income, again and again...
Thus I call you what? Stuka Slut!

Cities burn in lakes of fire
In the haze of war
Authorized desire
Fills the need for more

For who shall man the Panzer lines, upon the eastern front?
And why will London fear the night?
And if the embrace is true, and if the embrace is true,
Hail victory for 22 seconds
Kinder, Kueche, Kirche, horizontal livelihood,
Taking in cum, again and again...
Thus I call you what? Stuka Slut!

In another way
It's what always was
Male-dominated fuck