MISCELLANEOUS


DEATH OF A MAN
(written by Douglas Pierce, released by Death In June in 1986 on The World That Summer LP)
(released in 1995 on Heilige Tod (A Tribute To Death In June) CD)

Suffocate!
In our shroud of regrets
Where wars of idealism
Are fought - and lost!
To the bitter angels of our nature

Where our shadow falls in tears
Time turns voices into stone
Where our shadow falls in tears
Time turns voices into stone

Death whispered on angel's frozen breath
Borne down by hoary wings
A butcher's kiss
A butcher's caress

Where our shadow falls in tears
Time turns voices into stone
Where our shadow falls in tears
Time turns voices into stone


SHE'S DEAD (REMIX BY KIRLIAN CAMERA)
(written by Rudy Ratzinger, released by :wumpscut: in 1998 on Music For A Slaughtering Tribe CD)

She's Dead
I Crushed Her Head


THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
(written by Joey Tempest, released by Europe in 1986 on 7" single / LP, then covered by Laibach in 1994 on NATO CD)
(released in 1999 on Schlecht & Ironish - Laibach Tribut CD)

We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back,
To earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown...

We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall
Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all
With so many light years to go and things to be found
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so.


LOOKING FOR EUROPE
(written by Tony Wakeford, released by Sol Invictus in 1998 on All Things Strange And Rare CD)
(released in 2002 on Sol Lucet Omnibus 2CD)

He went looking for Europe, took love in his hand
With eyes of sunlight, like burning sand
Went to the west, rode to the east
Heard of life and honour, looked into the eyes of the beast
Stood in a city, in the gold house of whores
Said: "I'm looking for Europe", then you're looking for war
Sat on the throne of Arthur, held Boudica's sword
Kissed the flags of the great, beneath the towers so tall
Climbed up the hillside, where the eagle still flies
Said: "I'm looking for Europe", well be ready to cry
He walked to the forest, to the lair of the wolf
Said: "I'm looking for Europe, I'll tell you truth."
Some find it in a flag, some in the beat of a drum
Some with a book, and some with a gun
Some in a kiss, and some on the march
But if you're looking for Europe, best look in your heart


BEHIND THE 4TH DOOR
(written by Elena Alice Fossi, released by Black Needle Noise in May 2016 through web)

The insane man...
Slowing down time...
He caught our smiles and tears, putting them under a glass,
Like flashing fireflies, feelings shook their wings, trapped in a glass,
The same glass of dreams...
I was a child...
His blue eyes drew me.
Like a magnet Pulling at my soul.
Then behind the fourth door,
They discovered his corpse.
A bullet stuck in his brain.
The gun still in his hands.
A painting not yet dry.
People said of him, he was strange and lonely.
The insane man...
Shiny mornings, hazy shadows...
Playin' with a cold, worn out silhouette.
They’re crossing the doorway that sunders
The invisible side of the ocean waves.
Distant light, sinister fire,
Dancing Devils, welcome to the land of
The Insane man.
The Dreaming people watching the hands.
They caught rays of his fear, putting them into a cage,
Like the foolish hamster,
Moving its paws in a never-ending wheel,
The wheel of dreams...


NAUGHTY GIRL
(written by John Fryer and Elena Alice Fossi, released by Black Needle Noise in May 2016 through web)

I sink my lips in the cold briny pillow
and move the waves in sync with my deep breath.
The sun caresses my face
and makes my secrets agleam.
A little cat goes by, he knows the truth.
I've been a naughty little girl,
I've been a naughty little girl, been naughty,
I've been a naughty,
I've been a naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty.

For all the lies I used to tell,
all the sunrises I've seen coming home.
For all the forbidden cakes
I ate with hungry desire
I smile while strolling on the beach, wearing a tiny black bikini.
I've been a naughty little girl,
I've been a naughty little girl, been naughty,
I've been a naughty,
I've been a naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty.