Demo 2007

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All music by Phidion. Recorded and mixed at the Macaroni Factory (Kvarnholmen) in 2007.

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released May 10, 2007

Christos Chatzikonstandinos: Guitars
Fredrik Lundquist: Bass, Backing Vocals
Martin Missy: Vocals
Alex Zaino: Drums
Mathias Öjermark: Guitars

All music by Phidion. Recorded and mixed at the Macaroni Factory (Kvarnholmen) in 2007.

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Phidion Sweden

The best death metal opening act in the universe!
100% officially Carl Birath approved!

Formed in 2003 after the break up of Ruins of Time.

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Track Name: Dereks Don't Run
Plans of power – Plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking – Ready for battle
Brainless humans – Feeble cattle
Killing – Planning – Plotting – Action
Killing – Planning – Plotting – Action

Plans of power – Plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking – Ready for battle
Brainless humans – Feeble cattle
Killing – Planning – Plotting – Action
Killing – Planning – Plotting – Action

Now it is time to show the world
How an alien master race would run this planet
Suddenly they face the barrel of a gun
Cause one thing is certain: Derek’s don’t run!

Plans of power – Plans of greed
Woven like a spiders web
Hiding, lurking – Ready for battle
Brainless humans – Feeble cattle
Derek’s don’t run!
Derek’s don’t run!
Derek’s don’t run!
Track Name: Deus Lo Volt
Take the sword, take the cross to the holy land
Take your faith, take your hate to the heathen hordes
Take the sword, take the cross to the holy land
Take your faith, take your hate to the heathen hordes

The first crusade: ten-ninety-five
The second crusade: eleven-forty-seven
The third crusade: eleven-eighty-nine
The fourth crusade: twelve-o-two

Take the sword, take the cross to the holy land
Take your faith, take your hate to the heathen hordes
Take the sword, take the cross to the holy land
Take your faith, take your hate to the heathen hordes

The first crusade: ten-ninety-five
The second crusade: eleven-forty-seven
The third crusade: eleven-eighty-nine
The fourth crusade: twelve-o-two

Deus lo volt, Deus lo volt, Deus-lo-volt!

Bernard of Clairvaux, Gottfrid of Bouillon
Balduin from Lorrain, Frederic Barbarossa
Bernard of Clairvaux, Gottfrid of Bouillon
Balduin from Lorrain, Frederic Barbarossa

Deus lo volt, Deus lo volt, Deus lo volt, Deus-lo-volt!

Bernard of Clairvaux, Gottfrid of Bouillon
Balduin from Lorrain, Frederic Barbarossa
Bernard of Clairvaux, Gottfrid of Bouillon
Balduin from Lorrain, Frederic Barbarossa

Put a red cross on your right shoulder
Kiss the crucifix

Put a red cross on your right shoulder
Kiss the crucifix

Deus lo volt!
Deus lo volt!
Track Name: Is Paris Burning?
Let them burn! - Is Paris burning?
Blow them up! - Is Paris burning?
Push the button! - Is Paris burning?
Obey your order! - Is Paris burning?

Heads are turned to the west
A gentle wind is caressing the skin
Years of oppression will soon be over
and peace will once again rule
Heads are turned to the west
A gentle wind is caressing the skin
Years of oppression will soon be over
and peace will once again rule

Let them burn! - Is Paris burning?
Blow them up! - Is Paris burning?
Push the button! - Is Paris burning?

Obey your order! - Is Paris burning?

Obey – Your order – Obey!

The enemies general is in agony
His leaders command: “Destroy the city!”
What will he do? Obey or say no?
He’s feeling tired and alone

Tired and alone, on a paper throne
Ready to destroy, the city is his toy

The enemies general is in agony
His leaders command: “Destroy the city!”
What will he do? Obey or say no?
He’s feeling tired and alone

Tired and alone, on a paper throne
Ready to destroy, the city is his toy

Obey – Your order – Obey!

Is Paris … burning?
Is Paris … burning?
Burning … Burning
Track Name: Nackt und Zerfleischt
Blood is dripping from the leaves
Bones are lying all around
(The) scene will make your blood freeze
Before you end up dead on the ground
Blood is dripping from the leaves
Bones are lying all around
(The) scene will make your blood freeze
Before you end up dead on the ground

Naked and slaughtered, Ripped and torn
Shrieks and laughter, Madness and scorn
Naked and slaughtered, Ripped and torn
Shrieks and laughter, Madness and scorn

The land of thousand corpses, The land of no return
A world of teeth and knives, a world where you will burn

Naked and slaughtered, Ripped and torn
Shrieks and laughter, Madness and scorn
Naked and slaughtered, Ripped and torn
Shrieks and laughter, Madness and scorn

The land of thousand corpses, The land of no return
A world of teeth and knives, a world where you will burn

Nackt und zerfleischt! ( x 4)

Blood is dripping from the leaves
Bones are lying all around
(The) scene will make your blood freeze
Before you end up dead on the ground
Blood is dripping from the leaves
Bones are lying all around
(The) scene will make your blood freeze
Before you end up dead on the ground

Nackt und zerfleischt! ( x 3)
Track Name: The Beast of Omaha Beach
The gates of hell … are open wide there’s no way out
There’s a smell (of) … fire, gunpowder, and flesh and salt
Blood and death … A rain of bullets welcomes you
Pounding breath … He’ll take their lives, he’ll take yours too

Run for your life, try to hide
Thousands dying, side by side
Just one machine gun firing on
That’s the beast! That murderers son!

The beast … of Omaha Beach
The beast … of Omaha Beach

Sitting in his hole, staring at the beach, firing on
Praying for his life, praying for their souls, another round
Clinging to his gun, his one and only friend, hopefully
Spreading death and pain, among the men below, endlessly

The gates of hell … are open wide there’s no way out
There’s a smell (of) … fire, gunpowder, and flesh and salt
Blood and death … A rain of bullets welcomes you
Pounding breath … He’ll take their lives, he’ll take yours too

No more tomorrow … No pain and sorrow
Just peaceful silence … and no more violence
No more tomorrow … No pain and sorrow
Just peaceful silence … and no more violence

The beast … of Omaha Beach
The beast … of Omaha Beach

Sitting in his hole, staring at the beach, firing on
Praying for his life, praying for their souls, another round
Clinging to his gun, his one and only friend, hopefully
Spreading death and pain, among the men below, endlessly