Death In June
behind the rose
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
We're falling back into
Fields of rape, my love
And this was the way
And those were the horrors
As father went reaping
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
I'm falling back into
Fields of rape
We're falling back into
Fields of rape, my love
Crushed, crushed, crushed
Mother bleeding
Crushed, crushed, crushed
We stand grinning
In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come
- :
- The Snow Bunker Tapes
- The Rule Of Thirds
- Rose Clouds of Holocaust
- Take Care And Control
- But, What Ends When The Symbols Shatter?
- Brown Book
- The World That Summer
- NADA!
- Something Is Coming
- Live in Wien
- The White Hands of Death
- Peaceful Snow Lounge Corps I & II
- Heaven Street
- Lesson 1: Misanthropy
- The Phoenix Has Risen
- The Guilty Have No Pride
- The Guilty Have No Past
- Archive Material
- Not Guilty and Proud
- Kapo!