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Eye of the Rhino
01:03
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Eye of the rhino
Eye for an eye,
Horn for a horn
Now we meet at last
Beast from the great marsh,
You are my prey
I have seen your face
I have seen your race
I have learnt how to hunt you
I have seen you move
As I come closer, you seem to become big
As I come closer, you seem to become bigger
No !
Now I understand
You were not so small,
Now I understand
That you were just far ...
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2. |
Cured with a flint axe
01:31
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Shave the skin,
Palpate using a sharp stone
Manipulate,
Cut the flesh, remove,
Any tooth will do
Smash the cranium open,
Don’t mind for the splinters
Open your third eye
Hazardous surgery
Cured with a flint axe
The healing butchery
Butchery
You’ll be a new man !
You’ll be a new man !
Now I aw a new wan !
Now I aw a new wan !
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Fire made us so elegant
Who put lights on ?
Burning bright
Is the dawn already there ?
Glowing light
So soon in the night
Smells of ash
Pyrophobia
Our camp was cremated
Fire fright
Our beautiful fur was burned away
Forever
Now we go around bare as worms
Looking dumb
Pyrophobia
Monkeys no more
Now we humans
Monkeys no more
Fire made us so elegant.
We're smart in our new hollow skin.
We're unique in the animal kingdom
Fright carved in our heads after
Our first encounter with the fire.
Everytime we see one, we put it down.
When our new skin was sculpted by the flames
We knew that the gods were to blame.
A sacrifice was needed in this dark hour
And these cousin species will suffice for sure.
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4. |
Flying Fetus
02:02
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Education is a big deal.
If you wanna fly you’ve got to learn.
The younger you’ll try, the better you’ll get.
You’ve got no wings but we’ve got huge assegais !
Fly high as the sun.
Flying on your way like an eagle.
Fly and touch the sun.
Flying on your way flying fetus.
Don’t fear the fall.
Reaching the clouds.
Hitting the bats.
Aiming to the sun
Never too high,
Little angel,
Flying fetus,
Where will you go?
Don’t fear the fall / You’re going up now.
Reaching the clouds / You leave your mum on the ground.
Hitting the bats / You little arrow.
Aiming to the sun.
Never too high / Still going up now.
Little angel / A star is born in the sky.
Flying fetus / You’ll touch the ground but.
Where will you go?
Flying fetus.
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5. |
Neanderthalian Stew
01:09
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The cauldron is ready
For the feast.
You are in for a treat,
All the ingredients are set
But the meat,
Supplied by our special guest.
A neanderthalian stew
which is mainly made of you.
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Kuru Kuru
You’re possessed.
Kuru Kuru
Told you so.
Kuru Kuru
You don't hear.
Kuru Kuru
My words of truth.
You have been warned,
I told its name,
Triangula
Will come to blame.
Don't eat the stew
Or you'll be damned.
She says “don’t eat the same or you’ll suffer”.
“You’ll pay”.
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7. |
Furuncle Fucker
00:47
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Everybody’s got to fuck.
All the beings got to mix .
Fuck a dead boar
Like you fuck your brother.
Come on and join the breed.
We’ve got a tribe that shall be enhanced.
We’re a breed that needs new flesh.
What we need is love
Is all we need and all the butts and balls fly
Furuncle Fucker
Furuncle Fucker
If you move we shall love you.
If you don’t we’ll love you too.
So many halves we’ve got to mix.
Furuncle Fucker.
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8. |
Eyehategorod
01:25
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It's time to join the ancient rite of passage,
Like your fathers and their fathers before.
We'll cut you scars.
We’ll make you bleed.
We’ll make you cry.
Your childhood ends today.
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9. |
Denisovian Ribs
01:46
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Our stomachs twist and our bodies weakening.
Famine all over the tribe.
Bones under the skin and our faces getting gaunt.
Therefore we had, therefore we had to
Open the restaurant - Greedy gourmet
Select the best meat - Connoisseur
Denisovian ribs - Gastronome
Sophisticated meals - Fine bouche
Fine bouche.
Denisovian ribs.
We don’t have nothing to feed our young now.
Famine over the tribe.
Eaten by our frogs, crops and cattle froze.
Therefore we had, therefore we had to
Open the restaurant - Greedy gourmet
Select the best meat - Connoisseur
Denisovian ribs - Gastronome
Sophisticated meals - Fine bouche
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10. |
Brutal Tooth
02:10
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Trap. Catching their young.
We’re coming for you.
Apes. Open their skulls.
We’re looking for grease
Their brain. Feast on their heads.
We feed. Now we are strong
Our teeth are sharp enough.
Your skin is sweet and tastes
So familiar.
Run,
Worried, poor tiny things
Slain before your weaning.
Fallen, picked from the trees.
You run.
Mourn your children, slow monkeys.
Watching them die.
Seeing our power over thee.
Catching their young.
Their brain. Feast on their heads
We feed. Now we are strong
Our teeth are sharp enough.
Your skin is sweet and tastes
So familiar
Open their skulls.
Feast on their heads.
Open their skulls.
Now we are strong.
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11. |
Oraal Proghnath
01:29
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Putrid smell
Comes out of your mouth.
Deadly breath,
Fragrance of vomit and dead rat.
Putrid smell,
This mouth odour is alive.
Deadly breath,
Your breath is surely a weapon.
Flowers and insects perish when you pass by.
Infants turn to blue, old people expire.
We name you the defender of the tribe.
Posted in front of the cave to repel the bears and tigers.
Your mouth is a fence.
Predators will trespass.
Putrid smell comes out of your mouth.
Fragrance of vomit and cat piss and dog shit and rotting corpse.
This mouth odour has a life of its own.
And your deadly breath will bring down predators and foes.
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12. |
Frogs of War
02:30
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Sticky, stinky, dinky
Frogs of War.
Slimy, viscous, slimy
Frogs of War.
Sticky, stinky, dinky
Frogs of War.
Gloppy, slippy, icky
Frogs of War.
War.
Toads of death shall crush the enemy.
Bulging eyes look deep for victory.
The taming of the frog
Is not an easy thing,
In the end.
Don’t eat our crops frogs of war !
Don’t eat our crops you frogs of war !
Sticky, stinky, dinky
Frogs of War.
Slimy, viscous, slimy
Frogs of War.
Sticky, stinky, dinky
Frogs of War.
Gloppy, slippy, icky
Frogs of War.
War.
Toads of death shall crush the enemy.
Bulging eyes look deep for victory.
Ha !
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13. |
My name is Thud
00:30
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I smash your head
I smash your friends
my name is Thud
I crush'em all
my name is Thud
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14. |
Kommando Piste Noire
01:05
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Our skin is burned.
Our ears are frozen.
Our stomach is void.
Our minds destroyed by the evil winds.
You won’t bury,
Instead,
You’ll eat their flesh.
They're dead.
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15. |
Hurtwork
02:49
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Painful is the cure,
But your body is a mess.
Let us find a way,
Into your chest.
Let us treat.
No rib is hard enough.
Bloody shall be the cure,
The hurtwork is on.
Don’t be so fragile,
You’ll become a stronger man.
Maybe you will die,
But that’s the price
Don’t be shy,
many will follow you.
In the hands of the blind
The work is benign.
You might feel a little pain
But the surgeon is insane.
There is no cure without ache.
There’s no life with no heartbreak.
Hurtwork
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16. |
Homo Rroïdus
01:10
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Ho !
They sting.
Piles,
They bleed.
We shouldn’t have
Eaten up so many
Of these pointy
Red things on tiny trees.
Our insides are
A sack of misery.
Our assholes weren’t ready
For this much agony.
Ho ! / Tried to cure them by eating many things.
They sting / Honey, lemons, mushrooms and even grit.
Piles / Tried to wash ’em, scratch em and pierce.
They bleed / Nothing worked for me, they’re a part of me now.
You’ve got to live with it.
There is no cure.
Ho ! / We shouldn’t have eaten up so many
They sting / Of these pointy red things on tiny trees.
Piles / Our insides are a sack of misery.
They bleed/ Our assholes weren’t fit for this agony.
Ho !
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17. |
Primate Non Nocere
02:16
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First amongst the primates we thrive.
Upon them, our will we enforce.
Slavery and death is their future.
Our design was made by the gods.
For us, they are substandard
And subordinate.
They're vermin to us.
We are alpha males,
And superior.
We're on top of the chain.
Chain.
Hiding in the trees,
We roam and predate
Our furry cousins.
From the trees they fall.
The rise of our kind
Will bring extinction
To these lesser beings,
And to everything else
Our species is so strong and clever.
Or at least we believe we are.
We think we're so close to the divine.
Our wrath can be cast upon all.
For us, they are substandard
And subordinate.
They're vermin to us.
We are alpha males,
And superior.
We're on top of the chain.
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PROGNATHE Toulouse, France
They don't smell good.
They don't shave.
They bite.
They're not smart.
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