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Shoot'em up

by MORTOR

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1.
Intro 00:44
2.
Under the flag (free) 03:00
Blasting my way through the drills - Since my training in the corps Neurotic, live for the thrill - Get my way with foreign whores My nation supports my will - Paid criminal to the core In the end I want to kill - Love this action I want more Free under the flag (decrimination) Hide under the flag (abomination) My supported endeavour - National campaign of fear Saviour or destroyer - Nobody to stop me here Free under the flag (decrimination) Live under the flag (live for the action) Safe under the flag (for mutilation) Hide under the flag (abomination) I'll get away with anything Countryman, bulletproof, hired gun, protected Sociopath, criminal, ticking bomb Loose cannon, no moral, war bringer, thrill seeker Sick righteousness - Bold and careless Spreading distress - Under the flag War crimes go on - My destruction My will be done - Under the flag Misplaced patriotism - Bringing death with no remorse Be with us or be with them - Use the flag to hide the corpse
3.
Eat lead 03:37
Ultimate badass, with all guns blazing Imminent war is all I'm here for Thrill seeker, soul taker - Death bringer, heart breaker Gunslinger, life taker - Vigilante's what I am Labelled as a criminal - Self defense is all I practice Those who've opposed me are dead - Don't go trying something funny Outlawed by those in charge, I will bring them to their knees, suffering Capital punishment's the sentence I've been given, they will pay Illegal in ten states, I am stuck roaming the earth, no true home Treated like a dog, they taste the fruit I procure, eat lead You will feel your flesh tearing up, the bullet through you It will burn, scalding your body, almost to the core Bones they break, mortal you all are, it's stronger than you Pain ensured, die, eat lead
4.
Shoot 'em up 03:00
Slaves to the one that brings us the paycheck We take the orders and we deliver We don't give a shit what you say to us We just want to, shoot’em all up We live our lives just to use our guns Gunning you all down fiercely one by one Wanting to feel that rush once more We just want to shoot’em all up Piling y'all up just for the heck of it Burning your bodies, burn’em all Inhale the smell just to feel the rush We love to kill you all Release the slaves Let them run in the field, try to escape Scope them all out Snipe them, shoot’em all up, get a paycheck Die, murder, fun times, pleasure is in the game You're a moving target, now you die Boss says to kill, shoot’em up Green's all I want in my pocket - That means you get to die
5.
Clusterfuck 03:24
The sound of impact is so deafening Your comrades fall, the blaze so threatening You gotta move forward without a doubt You swear revenge if you can make it out Dropped in from the sky to a world of pain - Operation Charlie Foxtrot Human pride outweighs our lives expendable Nothing goes as planned, your fate is sealed - Operation Charlie Foxtrot Charge the trench my friends, no other way Your distress call will not be heard This is hopeless, you're outnumbered Who gave the order, this is suicide - Operation Charlie Foxtrot Everything to hell, this wasn't planned Chaos reigns here - Distress to fear All becomes clear - The end draws near Every man for himself, no one to lead Stay down, stay sharp, move on, you're out of luck The deflagrations cause your ears to bleed You got left on your own you're really fucked Feel the grip of despair - Now you're on your own Who gave the order - Who sent you to die The time you realise you're going to die The deadly metal slugs are zooming by One last attempt to kill your enemies Too late, prepare to join the casualties
6.
Lined up on their knees to satisfy my need to shoot Make you smile before you die and leave you to the rats Happy as can be, pulling my trigger Hell is where I'll be when I'm done having as much fun as this Stench of fear, smell of false hope, trying to beg in vain No safety, no regrets, no mercy, no remorse Daddy never thought that giving me a gun would kill so many Twisted brain - Wrongful thoughts Drenched in death - Foul humor Practicing self-control - The doctors tell me lies They say I'm getting there - I know I'm demented I am trigger happy To squeeze it, makes me smile, the bullet right in your heart The bursting, of my gun, makes me grin Corruption of my soul God, I love my triggers
7.
Passion I have - Powder's so good Keep 'em loaded - I know I should Stop this madness - I mean no harm You should lay low - Until I sleep Hiding in vain - I know you're there You say crazy - I know I'm safe Ready to slay - My guns are locked and loaded I want you dead - Brains splattered Armoire filled up with weapons Trained in the art of death Locked and loaded Basement as sanctuary - My firearms are locked and loaded My mind is at peace - With my artillery Loaded guns in all the rooms of my house Makes me feel sane to know that they're there Loaded guns in all the rooms of my house Makes me feel sane to know they're there Ankle gun, pillow gun, pocket gun, all are loaded Ankle gun, pillow gun, pocket gun, you are wasted
8.
Infidels 03:51
Serving the one true God - In the name of freedom Existence is futile - To kill is to live Dying will bring me peace - Salvation achieved Tonight you will die - For my own faith I am sick and twisted - I will die tonight I will bring your doom - And you will thank me now I have a bomb strapped to my chest - Apocalypse is near your face Hidden to the naked eye - Kill the infidels - I am infidel I have no will to live - I want you to know this - ‘Cause you will now go boom Blinded you will not see - That I am coming You will not see me - Until you blow up My goal is not to slay, but more to enslave Your fate lies in my hands, you will not survive I want you to know, I do not hate you I only want to kill, your whole entire race
9.
I hear bones are scraping - Now I'm useless, muscles torn Damn lead took me out quick - Left me for dead, gotta move Let’s see what this looks like - Gotta go on, gotta go What a mess, is this my flesh? - Gotta lose it, gotta cut My squad's far away, left behind, infection's my fate Gangrene spreading fast, rotting wound, vermin's come for me Medic is just not quite my job and butcher is more like it Grab a knife to slice this up, got my mickey by my side If I must lose a limb like this, I might as well be drunk I'll just waste myself sterile and I'll drink myself to health My whiskey surgery Struggle, use all I've got - Won't need this foot, gotta puke Gushing pus and vomit - Damn it this hurts, gotta drink My whiskey surgery - Passing out - Have another round on me
10.
For glory 03:42
I will not be your minion - You will not command me I will not lay my arms down - You'll never command me The urge to kill inside - Fight in battle greatest honor Guns ready to fire - Bring your army I am ready War is my only goal - it's my life, it's my soul War it's my way of life, for glory, on the field Clean shot to the head is mine - I am ready for your challenge You will not die in vain today - You will die only for glory My eyes, fire, desire - I want it all, give me glory Burn, true hell, one goal - Give me challenge, you are puny Fail, I can't - I won't survive One goal in mind: success, always You won't live the night
11.
Memories of an empty soul Clouded past shrouded in blood Glimpses of the man I once was Faint reminders of my life Fantasies of my knife, deep within your guts Dreaming of the days where knives ruled the land Craving the days we were partners in crime I miss those good ol' days When licking knives was still part of us Gutting enemies to their core - Using blades to mark our preys Floating above sea of bodies - Trail of blood we left behind Days of our knives come and go - Slay’em all, cut’em all Days of our knives come and go - Surrounded by tortured souls Days of our knives come and go - Pieces of dead flesh Days of our knives come and go - Inflicting the lethal cut Bounded by the laws of Earth Locked up in a white lonely cell Tied up by ignorant rules Wishing I was free to carve Wishing I was free to carve you Blood on my hands, gives me my joy in life Straight through the heart it went You're on your knees Your eyes roll back Knife cuts your face, completely disfigured A monster you now are You're my puppet Days of our knives
12.
Point blank 03:29
The rifle pressed on your temple - Heated tip from the last shot Having mercy's for the weak - I'd regret not shooting you Pressure's building, clogging in my loins No choice, one thing to do, annihilate you Touching your skin - Headshot so easily done Crying, begging, pleading - It's all in vain now Ready to shoot - Point blank Gleaming eyes results from pure joy - Finally getting satisfied Pleading your life's not gonna help - Finger's on the trigger Safely living as a virus infecting the ones not worthy of their lives Scarcely ridding this planet of the poisons That surround us, walking human trash Proud of what I do, taking out garbage, with benefits Death to all the scum, kill the parasites, at point blank Tons of men like you I've destroyed without hesitation One more to my body count ain't going to be affecting me Murder's only relative to the person committing The act of killing a man - I only serve my country
13.
The bonesaw 04:20
Slicing through your skin - Experiment in progress Tearing through your insides - Torture is my game Tools of the trade are needed - Helping me in my quest Murder is not key - Bones are my one passion Human bones I cultivate Getting them, my one mission Human bones I cultivate Make no mistake you are next Cutting through your skull - Using my best tool Cutting through your spine - My bonesaw is God Blood pouring on my hands - Salvation’s almost here Bone dust on the floor - Smells so sweet and satisfying Grinding through your face Puts a smile across mine Peace finally obtained Until my next victim
14.
This is a party for everyone that need some spice in their life Bring your torches, your matches Remorse no more, we've signed for Hell Assembled with common interest enjoying the view we fabricated Let's get this party started up - Ignition Slowly crawling it takes your skin, smell of burnt hair inside your lungs Veins stop flowing, vision's blurry, due to lack of - Oxygen Despised by all you deserve, the fiery place that we're giving you Oblivious to our warnings - Deflagrate Flames consume this neighbourhood - Gather around, caught you Trapped inside a ring of fire - Death is certain, meltdown Catching prey's the boring part - Getting you in this house is so simple Stuck with your mind, breathing ashes - Deflagrate the whole world Brain functions are now shutting down Blood clots invading your system Slowly dying, you hear no more, only one wish - Please kill me Ceiling's falling down on your head and you're thinking, did I live well You piece of shit, this is fate - Deflagrate Heart rate stops, lifeless and full of blood Boiled skin oozing, creating a flood

about

MORTOR IS:

Dave Paquette - Rythm Guitar
Yolin Lafrenière - Lead Vocals
Jonathan Boulay - Bass
Antonin Perras-Foisy - Lead Guitar
Jay Cross - Drums

CREDITS:

Produced by MORTOR
Music and lyrics by MORTOR

Cover Art by Daniel Beaudin
Artwork by Jeremy Dumouchel

Produced by Mathieu Marcotte
Mixed and Mastered by Christian Donaldson

Lyrics written by Stef Jomphe
Clusterfuck
Under the Flag
Whiskey Surgery

Guest Solos
For Glory by Mathieu Marcotte
Point Blank by Christian Donaldson

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released September 18, 2012

Special thanks:
Christian Donaldson, Mathieu Marcotte, Stef Jomphe, Marek, David Gravel, Rock Deziel, Paul Dzioba, Christina, Pete, Mez, Black Widow Promotions and Blacktooth Entertainment,
Daniel Beaudin, CKCU FM, Daniel Dekay, Jon Asher, Shawn and Chris from Spectrasonic and everyone else who has helped us out in the trenches!

We wish to salute those who’ve fought with us:
Accursed Spawn, Insurrection, Augury, Crpytopsy, Aggressor, Kreator, Napalm Death, Swallow the Sun, Aborted, Misery Index, Fuck the Facts, Systems Divide, Aggressor, Deamon, Immersed, Phosphorus, Fatality, The Agonist, Chariots of the Gods,
WarCall, Inire, …From the Deep, Placentophagia, Dark Century, Doll, Dissentient, Deformatory, My Shadow, Killitorous,
Dark Century, Metallian, DefineD, Sordid, Overdrunk,
Shotgun Cure, Signs of Chaos, Vesperia

We also wish to salute Sepultura, Kreator, Death, Slayer,
Carcass, Testament, Cannibal Corpse and all the others who
continue to inspire us!

Special thanks to our friends, families and close ones for
putting up with our constant racket, and always being there to start the pit (you know who you are). Thanks also, to our foes, for giving us the energy to get better. It goes without saying, but; un grand merci à toutes les brasseries du Québec.

Most importantly though – thanks to you, the fans. You keep this scene alive, and you do one damn good job of it. See you at the bar, and in the pit

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