Dunkeldeutschland

Goatfuneral

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    Welcome, welcome to the pack
    Closer to nature then to human emotions
    Here, goats are real
    You can find them in every house
    Just like an old billy goat that fucks them
    Identity instead of mendacious humanity

    Woods, blood, resistance

    Here the animal has always been in its own bowels
    Half beef, half pork and you are right
    It’s not really kosher
    But it’s better to swallow it
    If you refuse, you’ll soon be very weak
    And end up in your own bowels

    But if you share our values
    And you can stand it being an outcast
    We’ll receive you with open arms
    And treat you like a brother from now on
    Live in our midst, just respect one rule

    Dunkeldeutschland
    Lights out before they find us
    Dunkeldeutschland
    We want to stay hidden all the time

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    Everything you need here already exists
    We use fire
    Fucking fire
    Fire
    Your shitty new world is burning
    For ages
    So let it burn

    We love the smell of human flesh
    Which unfolds its taste when cooked slowly
    We love this fucking barbecue

    These flames are our daylight
    They warm us in cold nights
    When human fat burns in them
    We come back again
    Dancing on your graves
    Bones to dust in filthy caves
    Until it’s all charred and darker then black
    Nothing will remain but flies and rats

    Welcome to the land of goat fuckers
    You wanted diversity – please, you get it
    But don’t cry if you don’t like it
    Feel enriched – or shut up!

    Sure, another view can be cruel
    For some it’s hell, we call it home
    Our identity
    Woodland, blood, resistance
    Unsere Identität
    Der Wald, das Blut, der Widerstand!

    Everything you need here already exists
    We use fire
    Fucking fire
    Fire
    Your shitty new world is burning
    For ages
    So let it burn

    We love the smell of human flesh
    Which unfolds its taste when cooked slowly
    We love this fucking barbecue

    These flames are our daylight
    They warm us in cold nights
    When human fat burns in them
    We come back again
    Dancing on your graves
    Bones to dust in filthy caves
    Until it’s all charred and darker then black

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