Master's Hammer

Mamita linda, spanking's coming ...

When mommy hears Czech Master’s Hammer from 1991, she will be like “Are you fucking kidding me, baby?”. And I will tremble and vibrate to her solemn voice and her bewitching cadence of what’s coming my lava way, wondering if I will meet with my creator, her. Where’s my teddy bear? I know mommy will spank me hard and chop off my left hand, the last I have left in good shape, and she will not lend me hers, and her own baby will be skrewed, kay, skrewed with kay, like magick, the way mommy and baby love it, get skrewed.

She’s such a sweet and beautiful butcher, err, I mean Black Metal Barbie! Is mommy kind of satanic or what, my gosh? Where’s my teddy bear, I’m just her baby? And my Christian arsee will hurt so bad that I will be prompted to ask her to kiss it after the thrashing, she’s my mommy anyway! Yet, if it’s not a good idea, I will always kiss her arsee, cuz I’m her little crybaby, and she will keep thanking me. Where’s my teddy bear? When mommy hears Czech Master’s Hammer from 1991, I will be like “Of course, I’m kidding, mommy! You want your little crybaby to kiss your Black Metal Barbie arsee, solemnly or spontaneously? It’s so beautiful, mommy!”.

Yes, yes, yes, mommy, crybaby will kiss your available arsee! Did I hear your “Please! Please?” Did mommy beg her crybaby? Mommy, you make me hallucinate, cuz, normally, I don’t hallucinate. Ah, I’m fainting …

Black Metal Barbie ~ or ~ Daughters of Northern Darkness

Master's Hammer - Cerna Svatozar - with lyrics - Official Videoclip HQ (Black Halo)

You see a burning black halo
The one who preaches to us
that life is an illusion
He beckoned to you - "follow me",
You hid your face
You weighed the pilgrimage in vain
Behind his gaze
Up to the gates of the seven hells
They will be wide open
It's too late to think
What should you have done before?
Beware of the intention to enter uninvited
Only an ice massif will swallow your soul.
Heavy metal fragments
Rushing through the darkness
Two eyes glow in the distance
With calm indifference
no creature penetrates his solitude
If Evil is not the predominant element
You will suddenly understand the goodness of existence
Formless Evil, pure in each of us
At that moment you will feel
Devil's breath much closer
And you won't ask any more questions!

Master's Hammer - Géniové (Geniuses)

As in the agony of death
you're living a life gone by
last sunset
casts bloody shadows -
images from the other side
on the wall movable,
anxiety subdues anger
Elementals! "Father, why have you forsaken me?"
"Because your faith is stronger than mine!"
"I know, I don't need you anymore
geniuses enter without burial.'
Into the realm of terrible secrets,
where only the dead can access
guided by the law of victory,
don't wait for what "fate" will give.
We are no longer subject to terror
angel of self-deception
Leviathan
he opens his mouth!

Master's Hammer - Já mizérií osudu jsem pronásledován... (By The Misery Of Fate I’m Haunted)

Štolba Blether:

I am persecuted by the misery of Fate
and my soul is only permeated with doubts
like the flesh of maggots, I only pretend to live,
the branch of my happiness stopped blooming long ago.
I enjoyed the hatetman's favors a lot
and always intending the best, I faithfully stood by him,
Here, however, evil forces drive a wedge between us
that's the reason why the duke kicked me on the carpet. And my despair was doubly complete when
the heat of my vengeance justly unspeakably blazed,
in vain I seek the right key to the hearts of the occultists,
Ink from Spiritus himself threw me out.
It takes two and a half hours to walk to Železný Brod,
I have known the excellent brew there since ancient times
and alone I look for a small table in the corner,
I will bury my thwarted ideals in alcohol there!!!
I am persecuted by the misery of Fate
my body is already permeated with alcohol,
I roam the forest like a blind badger
and the moon gives the river of silver a strange sheen.
The sound of raging rapids is a deadly scramble,
the voice of my soul suddenly has the same melody!
Remember me sometime in Jilemnice,
for here ends the path of Štolba Blether!

Masters Hammer-Zapalili sme onen svet (We Lit The Afterlife)

Will our wildest dream come true?
Massacre of Hungry Ghosts
just deal with real evil properly
grant hearing to the demons.Thousands of years of mist dispersed
it covers bottomless abysses
eyes of the living - unfathomable depth
we reach for the courage of the mad.
Curse in the glass cavity
the half-dead invoke the underworld
the candle of life burns out lazily
all sacrifices are useless.
The other party ceased to exist
for a long time there will be only eternal ice
the table can no longer give us a message
we lit the afterlife! The night of mental suicides is coming
however, we are not saying goodbye to the world
ice crystals are already killing the sky
finally we see the distant outlines. Souls escaped from prison life
they will no longer rest on solid ground
matter evaporates in a moment of terror
in the name of the devil most powerful.

Master's Hammer - Pád Modly (The Fall Of The Idol)

Massive black smoke from the bowels of the earth
the heavens are bleeding
red stains on the glowing snow
they keep getting bigger.
It is probable
that someone upstairs
they try in vain and desperately
wash away the sins of the world -
it's hard to curse
which has long since been cursed
nothing can be fixed
when the seeds of evil have long been sown!
Hungry flames hide your monument,
smoke rises to the sky.
We will die with blessings
destroyers of false faith!
Prisoners of the heavens, your paradise is a prison
give me a single fixed point in space -
hell! I will crush your monument
one blow - the last blow!

Nordfrostkrampfland (Northern Frost Crampland)

The cirgule sounds with a hollowed-out crotch
The sick landscaper sings with her.
Death grin, frozen face
Bitter is bread and sweet is a liar.
The wanderer from under the thatched roof
He chooses fleas in the dark.
A worm climbs out and rudely curses us
He gets on a nerve and his legs are full.
Snowy endless forests
Inhabited by skunks and raccoons
Weird cut camisoles
Odor of sweat, carbol and alcohol.
The pathos of the sparse menagerie was covered by a lot
The muse left the gluttonous plantations
Miserable posh instead of spiritual
On the way to the shift, he smells of blood.
Chests rot beneath the corrupted earth
Even a bum who bet on the lottery
A group of vipers live in the ivy
And the scenery appears on the screen:
At the sooty kerosene weed hagfish
They want goats, they want bullies, while shouting:
Beelzebub, come for us!
A hazy calm, the eyes of the maze are bleating
The fading light, the withered trunk is already swaying.
Abominable frost, a branch twisted in spasm
A chilly shiver of the dead man's knee.
At the sooty kerosene weed hagfish
They want goats, they want bullies, while shouting:
Beelzebub! Come for us, Beelzebub!
Come on!