• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hear It - Bad Religion
• Hear It - Jon Anderson
• Herr Gott - Züriwest
• Harrow Road - Big Audio Dynamite
• Hora Ruid - Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
Or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along
Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me
Resound like a cacophonous symphony
But I don't wanna hear it anymore
Priests and politicians pretend they're your friend
And police speak to you like you're a child again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And thet tell me maybe I'm acting a little too smug
But I don't wanna hear it anymore
Every day we hear the secrets of life
Reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and friendly advice
They'd rather see us all pusillanimous
Absorbent in their chorus of correctness

Hear it in the mystic voice
Of forces long forgotten of
Lions of thunder renting forth
The power of the given Lor
Hear it in the joyful tales
Of princes and their battle quest
Their armour being truth and goodness
To crush all life's evilness
hear it from the mountain side
Where nature spills its silent eyes
The days of paradise are there
The quietness of the dawning skies
Hear it for the love we share
This firmament of song and verse
For just one second share with me
The feelings of the universe
Dance of heaven, feel the feeling of delight
Dance of heaven, feel the feeling of delight
Feel the feeling of delight

he hör doch uf mit dere gschicht
vergiss es doch
es bringt doch nüt
mir chöi doch süsch chli zäme brichte
mir chöi doch no chli under d lüt
du machs di doch säuber fertig
du trääisch di doch scho lang im kreis
un i chas jitz de glii nümm ghöre
herrgott hör doch uf
i weiss du hättsch es villech mit de viicher
eifach söue la bewände
chum jitz trink doch nid so viu
was hesch de jitz scho wieder chummer
jitz gits ja würklech nümm viu z rette
u när gits ändlech rueh da unge
mach dr doch nid geng die vorwürf
du trääisch di doch scho lang im kreis
un i chas jitz de glii nümm ghöre
herrgott hör doch uf
i weiss du hättsch es villech mit de viicher
eifach söue la bewände
hör doch jitz uf mit dere gschicht
dadrann gits nümm umezschtudiere
du chöntsch doch öppis anders mache
du chasch ja öppis nöis probiere
mach dr doch nid geng die vorwürf
du trääisch di doch scho lang im kreis
un i chas jitz de glii nümm ghöre
herrgott hör doch uf
i weiss du hättsch es villech mit de viicher
eifach söue la bewände

I saw Elvis washing clothes in the launderette by the grove
Washing powder on his nose, down the Harrow Road
He was talkin' bout a song
Had it all but got it wrong
Now he wants to join the band and play along
There's so many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road
There's this bloke who thinks he's handy
Selling globes and home made brandy
He comes all the way from Bendy down to Harrow Road
You see over the cemetery wall from the bridge, about to fall
Don't let them work in over night
Their men will finish it off
There's so many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road
Now here comes your brand new sensation
So all you DUBBLE U's get to your battle stations
So nobody try to put I on probation
'Cause this one is coming to all the nation. Do it
So many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
(Run a combi with a heavy, heavy load)
So many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
(Come down to Harrow Road, come with me to back in time)
So many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road

Imagine...
Underneath Bethlehem's star,
plagues of depravitz are unleashed -
on the path of obliteration the seed to destroy.
Hatched from the womb of a maggot mouldering hag!
AD PORTAS IBI TEMPUS FUGIT
A fire the birthplace of christian belief,
flames licking up to every source.
Almighty he is called,
He who now receives the crusader's bolt
Right through his pearly gates!
The bolt of destruction impales,
during the brazing downfall's hour,
Their pathetic hope.
In the core suffocates the belief,
In the carrion of his now never forming!