Peace Is Dead

by 1000bombs

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Released by Ketzer Records.

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released October 10, 2014

Asura - bass, vocals
Throllmas - guitars, vocals
Sheafraidh - drums

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Sheafraidh at KSVstudios

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1000bombs Plzen, Czech Republic

Thrash metal squadron from Pilsen founded in 2013. Inspired by old school thrash metal bands.

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Track Name: Peace Is Dead
Go!

Try to hide in every corner
Before the shadow of fucking war
The smell of the world like a fired cartridge
And bullets that don´t miss their target

War!

Do you think that you´re safe in a bunker
You are wrong! Open your eyes
Like a concrete grave deep undeground
Get ready!
You´ve found that peace is dead…

REF: Peace Is Dead

Reload and start to fire
Don´t let them come closer
Blood bond with your machinegun
Around barbed-wire fences

War atrocities, hate, bloodshed
Civil war
Death, stench
The gun industry and corruption
Bloody bussines with a tie
Behind the marble desk
Track Name: Napalm Spitters
Fire, attack , smoke and death
Never allowed to draw your breath
Loud scream, jungle - now in flames
Your bones, your mind – forever a dream

War cry on fields – burning dread
Flames lick your skin – killing heat
Madness, fury – smell of pain
Rivers from heart of fiery beast

REF: We are the napalm spitters
hidden in iron monsters
We are the napalm spitters
and your bodies flared
We are the napalm spitters
looking for more victims
We are the napalm spitters
and your souls are burning

Peace, calm, caskets – burning grave
Helicopters full of death
Rotting, bleeding – peace of mind
You are victims of napalm rain
Track Name: Human War Machine
Sitting in a dark room
Waiting for the next day
The first day of initiation
of its essence of being
Born from secret military projects
Drugs in veins
Pounding blood and brain on fire

REF: To be a human war machine

A simple task
Complete the fucking mission
There is no time to be a coward
Ready for killing
As the machine of human flesh
The doors are open, a new attack came

That shit in your veins
Stifles the last feelings
To have no dreams and no remorse
The next level of insane initiation
The ritual will take your soul of humanity
Track Name: 1000 Bombs
Roar above, deep in the sky
Like a wrath calling for victims
Iron birds ready to snap up their prey
Waiting for the iron rain

Columns of flickering lights
Cutting the sky, biting the darkness
Ominous sound bringing the panic
Rain of iron! Rain of death!

Angels of annihilation arriving from heaven
Thousands of bombs shading the sun
Rumbling sky, shaking ground, whizzing iron
Burnt ground behind, death behind us

Flying pain high over all
Far rumbling of the leaving storm
Heavy load received by the ground
Scars on Earth are hard to heal

REF: One thousand bombs
One thousand bombs
Make it rain!

Tactic and strategic bombing
City ruins in fire, helpless screaming
Death rising from the quiet sky
Scraps of bodies writhing in the smoke and dust

Holding the formation, closer to the next target
Sign of the destruction, silhouettes of fuselages
Aim! Open! Release falling death
Cities´ll taste the rain of a thousand bombs
Track Name: Black Holes
Depression, paranoia, endless anger
Long days go by, emptiness day by day
Memories like scary pictures fly in your mind
Do you remeber? The Little girl´s cry?

In these days you were a hero
Burnt village behind your platoon
Just make the job and get back to the base
Like the classic saying: War is hell!

REF: Black holes – in your mind
Black holes - in your thoughts
Black holes – in your dreams
Black holes

Silence hurts, loneliness is unbearable
You can not sleep, conscience burdened
Black holes… Black holes…
Black holes… Black holes…

Light of the day is torturing your mind
All these pains call for suicide
Black holes… Suicide!
Track Name: Don't Trust The Aliens
Don´t trust the Aliens, save the beer!

They came from a far dark universe
In spaceshits, they landed on „Mother Earth“
Ugly triple handed grey aliens
With banners in their claws
„We come in peace“

Slimy UFOs fly over our breweries
Ready to suck all supplies of beer
Grey bastards with trunks on their faces
Creep into the nearest pub!

REF: Not for oil nor for petrol
They just want our golden BEER
Light or dark, in kegs or bottles
We must save our liquid gold

Save the beer!

Shoot them! Kill them!
Beat them! Kick them out!
We must save our only pride
Send them back to hell to fucking space
Protect our prized life-hop fluid
Track Name: Zombie Syndrome
Is this your real life?
Your true values and style?
Evolution at its peak
Every single day a week
Human feelings – they are gone
You´re living dead - zombie syndrome!

Is this your real life?
Your true values and style?
Advertisements infect your blood
Rot will be the supreme God
Human thinking – it is gone
Nothing left but zombie syndrome

REF: TV creatures think for you
Commercial is something new
The rites of glorification
The process of zombification

Is this your real life?
Your true values and style?
You try to mask your own death
I must say: It´s really sad
Human smile – it is gone
Only headshot left - zombie syndrome!

Human feelings – they are gone
You´re living dead – zombie syndrome
Human smile – it is gone
Only headshot left – zombie syndrome
Track Name: Airstrike
We shall strike again fast and deadly
Nothing can stop us in our hellish ride
We´ll bring you death from above
We fly on the wings of destruction itself

Do you hear? We are again above you
The sound of sirens welcomes us
A song of terror, a voices of doom
We´ll burn all to ashes and dust

REF: Cities tremble in fear before our visit
Airstrike!

We are angels for our soldiers,
Devils for the others
The sky is our kingdom,
Darkness our old friend
We fly up high with death on board
You´ll see
A bitter aftertaste of the raid