Better leave the city
get out of his way
in Hannover Central Station
the butcher chooses who has to pay
Small boys, old boys – are all on his list
A mad butcher who felt in love
first a kiss, then a bite, at last the head got cut off
empty eyes with empty vains
in this city only death remains
the victims days are numbered
and nothing will be left
when his work is done
and the meat got hung
blood on the walls
blood on his hands
haarmann the butcher
that’s how he’s called
who am i?
what should i do?
my deepest desire
the pleasure to kill
blood on the walls
blood on his hands
haarmann the butcher
that’s how he’s called
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021