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The Agent
03:38
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I am not a name
I am just a number
I do not sake fame
I work silent in thunder
Unknown to foreign lands
No prints left by my hands
A face within the crowd
Banality my shroud
I can topple giants without throwing a punch
Into the world of shadow warfare, I take a plunge
Destroying governments with deception and disguise
Playing games of mental chess against enemy spies
I am not a name
I am just a number
I do not sake fame
I work silent in thunder
Unknown to my homeland
Men vanish by my hands
An agent in the crowd
The mundane are my shroud
A tourist in the Balkans who will help insurgents rise
Arms dealer in the Middle East who hides his country’s ties
A scientist in China sending their secrets abroad
Conservative American faking belief in God
A hired gun in Africa exploiting peoples’ lives
A fake Russian gangster making sure journalists die
Infiltrating Korea to sabotage their work
Prowling streets of Bangkok searching where deviants lurk
Loyalty above all
Secrets are mine to keep
One man brings the fall
The wolf among the sheep
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2. |
Atomic Amour
03:10
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Her eyes spark with lasers and the clothes start to peel
Throw her onto her back after she starts to squeal
She’s gone down and now it is time to unload
She’s a bombshell and she’s gonna explode
Burning with lust, filled with carnal desires
Hot to the touch, she’ll set the bed on fire
Her special place, a leash; the perfect pet
Riding ‘til she’s covered in her juice and sweat
She wants you to choke her, the choker says so
So pull the pin and squeeze ‘til she’s in passion’s throes
The climax near, and with one final tease
Her eyes roll back and she screams as she finds her release
Atomic Amour
In day’s light and night’s black
Atomic Amour
Girl waiting to be smacked
Atomic Amour
Vixen on the attack
Atomic Amour
The nymphomaniac
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3. |
Gatling Gun
04:18
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The enemy surrounds me on all sides
In their minds, victory is in sight
Closing to advance on their final kill
Forces in the open ascend the hill
Swarming for blood like clustered sharks
No matter where I shoot, I’ll make my mark
A chain of bullets will rip and tear
One against all, the odds are only fair
Metal burns as the chamber spins
Obliteration is how I will win
Churn out a graveyard’s worth of death
The steam of my gun is my living breath
Deep within trenches, they hide
Watching as their brothers die
One machine is worth one million men
Marching hellbound for the devil’s den
Ten thousand rounds of lightning strikes
The thunder of the Gatling’s bite
No second spent without taking lives
Carrion on the battlefield thrives
Death’s cannon mounted on wheels
A whole army’s fate is sealed
The crack of bullets drowns out their screams
Technology in war once again reigns supreme
The blinding gunfire light
The final sight in their last fight
Mowing them down line by line
The Gatling assures victory is mine
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4. |
Sledgehammer Strike
02:53
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Shut the curtains and hit the lights
This is gonna be a violent night
I see it in your eyes, instinctual fright
But I already know you won’t put up a fight
I lock the door and I throw you down
No running, little bitch, you’re in my world now
Time to whip it out and go to town
Gonna hit you with everything that your body will allow
The first time I thrust, you let out a scream
Ripping your body apart at the seams
I pummel through you, yeah, I’m driving in the spike
Hit you over and over, the sledgehammer strike
Inches from being split atwain
Your senses and mind overload from pleasure and pain
You’re gonna take it just as I like
Fiil you over and over, the sledgehammer strike
I leave you lying on the floor
Giving just an inch less so I can come back for more
The next round, you’ll be pounded just alike
Take it over and over, the sledgehammer strike
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Rotting Alive
02:30
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Your heart beats with a knife stuck through it
Your skin goes numb as you watch it turn gray
Maggots crawl into your eyes, impairing your vision
You will decompose alive on this day
I bury you in dirt
You cannot breathe
However you cannot die either
For mercy you beg and plead
Rotting Alive
Your lungs are bags of soil
Your veins are tunnels for worms
Your body becomes a mating ground
For all of Earth’s germs
All the while you suffer
Alive and fully aware
You feel the maggots eat your asshole
As you decompose down there
Rotting Alive
You are now a zombie
But you don’t crave brain
You just crave an end
To this constant agonizing pain
Enjoy it while it lasts
‘Cause this is your permanent throne
You’ll stay alive well past the day
You’re nothing more than bones
Rotting Alive
Rotting Alive
Rotting Alive
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6. |
Guns of the Patriots
05:09
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Sent to kill in foreign lands
For reasons we don’t understand
Boots on the ground, the gunfire sounds
Think nothing as we shoot the next round
Within my sights, the enemy
It’s not another person that I see
Just an animal to me
It’s only natural they die for my country
Place them under our flag
The one they flew before was just a rag
Peace by lead, paint the ground red
Fill the morgues with bodies of their dead
They say we do not belong
But military might says that they’re wrong
Won’t be long, we’re far too strong
It surely won’t be a repeat song
We’ll take control of this land
Burn upon it the mark of our brand
One ideal realized by force
The ends will be justified, so we show no remorse
Who cares what happens when it’s over there
It’s fair as long as it inflates the shares
We’re not the ones whom pain is to bear
So let’s not pretend anybody back home cares
For stability, we’re faineant
From fight to fight, we brachiate
Our appetite for death, insatiate
Behold the guns of the patriots
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A.O.D.
02:29
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Wolfenstein Doctrine
06:10
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Born under the sign of tortured souls
That an absent demiurge controls
Gonna be a funnel for their funds
Give complete obedience or be shunned
By the cult
To the figurehead, exult
You can find pleasure in the misery
Or come join freedom with me
Search for a new perspective in life
Rather than being told existence is strife
Life tends to suck but that does not mean
On the crutch of the cross, you must lean
Think carefully
Read a bit about theology
Or just a basic lesson in history
Or you can be blind willfully
Don’t let them hold their hands over your eyes
It takes a moment of thought to see through their lies
Hear the words beyond their fake amens and cries
They don’t know what next after a person dies
Who you are or are into is not some sin
Critical thinking gets under their skin
They follow the words of a kingpin
Let the administration’s fall begin
Knowledge is their worst enemy
Read it in the story of Eden’s tree
Ignorance keeps the sheep in the flock
They will ensure that you’re under lock
And key, with a detailed file
Bankroll their leader’s lavish lifestyle
They’ll say your squalor is a necessary trial
And offer your sufferings a smile
Watch their paper empire fall
As to empty skies, they call
Ye indoctrinated lambs
Be free from Religion, INC.’s scams
They call heavy metal
Music of the devil
Then I gotta thank him at least
Unleashed by the beast
Get out while you can, it’s not too late
They’re an institution of isolation and hate
Let me show you to the real world’s gates
Where you can retake control of your fate
Even I was once under their spell
Worried about going to Hell
But if you think enough you’ll be set free
You’ll find no holy fear within me
Because nobody’s there
And if he is, he must not care
The problem of evil shows you have no prayer
So despair
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9. |
Milepost 666
04:15
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Around your ankle the rope shall go
Your blood circulation shall slow
To a dark oblivion you shall go,
your death begins when you hear the whistle blow
Milepost 666 will be your departure point
I’ll watch and laugh as you get dragged while I smoke a big fat joint
Like a wittler, the wood ties shave away your skin, skull and hair
The diesel exhaust leaves you choking for fresh air
Clickety clack
Your head goes smack
Along the track
You won’t come back
Clickety clack
Your skull goes crack
Your sight goes black
My train leaves a trail of
blood and brain on the track
The asphalt at the road crossings rips away your clothes
Each scratch from the ballast slowly brings your life to a close
Your foot turns grey as the rope tight around it denies your blood admission
Watching you slowly, violently die is my only mission
This experience puts to shame your worst nightmares and fears
As a passing stack train pounds away on the drums of your ears
Passengers at a station watch you get dragged to your demise
The only entertainment on their commute to wash the glazed look from their eyes
Clickety clack
Your head goes smack
Along the track
You won’t come back
Clickety clack
Your skull goes crack
Your sight goes black
My train leaves a trail of
blood and brain on the track
Milepost 666 was your point of origin
Nowhere in this dimension is your point of destination
You left the station alive but you will never arrive
Shrapnel on the trackway will cause your decapitation
Rust and dust will be your final meal
I hope you still have the ability to feel
Pleasure rushes through me at your agonized squeals
Bits of meat are left behind as your muscle tissue peels
Clickety clack
Your head goes smack
Along the track
You won’t come back
Clickety clack
Your skull goes crack
Your sight goes black
My train leaves a trail of
blood and brain on the track
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10. |
… For Death
02:35
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Armor of welded scrap metal in the heat
Acrid smoke fills the air, sun burns the concrete
Radiation poisons the scalding crimson air
Earth’s deathbed from the nuclear flare
I’m gonna do what I must to survive
I’m gonna use who I must to stay alive
Until I take my final breath
They will face my demand for death
I walk the blood-washed highway with a rifle in my hand
I trust no one in this destroyed land
No questions asked, I shoot first
I spill blood to quench my thirst
I’m gonna take what I must to survive
I’m gonna kill who I must to stay alive
If I’m the cause of their final breath
They will fall to my demand, my demand for death
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11. |
Estellise
05:18
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We are all gathered here today
To mourn a life taken too soon away
In this cold winter morning’s breeze
The loss of our young Estellise
A life taken by her own hand
Cast into the waters of this land
Shall now rest within the dirt
A light now absent from this Earth
When the rain fell on your grave
And your casket entered the ground
Warmth in the estate was depraved
‘Til I heard a piercing sound
In the mirror, your phantom stood
Whispered secrets to dispel falsehoods
Revealed your father threw you in the well
Catalyst for my necromantic spell
In the square sat the cross and crescent moons
To conjure your spirit through arcane runes
Through the afterlife, we communed
And I received the undead boon
As your father sat in his chair
Proud that justice would not fare
My hand plunged to show his heart bare
Into his cold, dead eyes, I stared
Scream for me, Estellise
Vengeance is done for thee
But don’t yet rest in peace
A vessel must appease
In the shadows, I will find
Flesh for your soul to bind
Locked in our umbral halls
Let Hades hear my call
Through death unbroken bond
Sealed in the life beyond
Let the Reaper witness
An unholy union’s kiss
As your wraith now resides
In one who’s not yet died
I take your hand with pride
You are my undead bride
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12. |
Bleed Them Dry
03:26
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March them like animals to their stalls
Throw them behind towering walls
Got them strung up by the balls
Work them just enough before they can fall
There’s no way up no matter what they try
No future no matter what they cry
Trapped for life no matter how hard they pry
Hang them high and bleed them dry
White-collar chains around their necks
Blue-collar pride gilds slave-wage checks
From gold above, they get not one speck
Pay nothing once they’re left a wreck
There’s no progress no matter what they try
No justice no matter what they cry
Running in a wheel from which they can’t pry
Until they die - bleed them dry
Skill means nothing, nepotism is king
Tie a lie of better times upon a string
To empty hope, they’ll always cling
Their efforts always lead to nothing
There’s no advancement no matter what they cry
No mercy no matter how much they cry
Debt is the weight from which they can’t pry
Use them, crush them, bleed them dry
Make them cannibalize each other like mice
Make them believe division is right
They will dance like puppets on strings
They won’t even about resisting
Keep them in their sties
In the dirt, they lie
‘Til the day they die
We will bleed them dry
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Rail Rage Petaluma, California
Thrash metal band originally from Novato, California; now based in Petaluma, California,
USA.
Our group originally started in 2017 but dissolved later that year. In 2020, Rail Rage got revamped and fleshed out its lineup.
We're always looking to play shows and connect with bands to make complete bills. Contact us at railrageband@gmail.com or one of our social media pages if interested.
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Rail Rage recommends:
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Our debut record features a sort-of-cover of "Wild Hunt" by The Conjured. The song was written by our vocalist with added riffs by our guitarist. The original track is from "Speak with the Dead".
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