BLIND ASSASSIN Demo 1986 LYRICS - Hilfe!

[Heavy]

In the world's written past on an anvil the first would be forged
And in its life many a man would be torn
From the stone came destruction’s flame, for steel to take shape
99 of its pages damned, but once in hand, feel its weight

The sound itself is quite warped in the rip... even slowing it down sometimes does not help or even warps it more.

Warfare - maybe it's 'hear the blood foaling into the fray' - very poetic choice of words from Black Axe - totally fits the 'kick ass-ness' of this band.

[MEXDefenderOfSteel]

off topic,but the voice on daniel´s rip sounds like if the singer did gain 200 kilos of weight through the years

sorry,no more stoned comments

[ION BRITTON]

After listening to the slowed down versions my suggestions are

'Put to the sword'

In the world's dim past on an anvil the first would be forged
And in its life many a man would be torn
From a tome (??) came destruction’s flame, for steel to take its shape

....
In a moment, its frame bears the mark of the trait


'Warfare'

I can clearly hear only 'Strength...in the early morning light' in the first line

.......the blood's falling into the prey (not sure about the first words)
Shield breaks ( I can't hear 'you're dead' as in Black Axe's suggestion)

[daniel]

I agree with you about the corrections for 'Put To The Sword'

Still can't make out the first line of 'Warfare' but here's another suggestion for the 2nd difficult line:

Beyond the blood flow leads into the fray, Shield breaks swords bend

[ION BRITTON]

I have compiled all the suggestions that sounded correct and the versions are as this now:

Assassin

Blade of steel
I pray thee now
Do your deed this day
My fist your frame embrace

Trial By fire
Die or be damned
Valhalla is closing its gates
Step forth evil, come taste my hate
For I shall see you slain this day

One fatal blow
Is all that it takes
Its bay breaks the day
And tells me his soul has been taken away

Our horses rebelled smelling death in the air
View his fear in my polished steel
My blade tears his flesh with its anger filled strikes
His body becomes a ravaged thing

One fatal blow
Is all that it takes
Its bay breaks the day
And tells me his soul has been taken away

His flesh hangs in ribbons, nearly a corpse
Stands with one foot in his grave
Through his wicked heart he feels the night
And his body quivers as it drinks up his life
I'm the Blind Assassin, I'm the Paladin!
I'm the sword of truth slaying evil men
Above your prides
Far beyond your threats
I'm love and hate
I'm life and death

Blade of Steel
I pray thee now
Do your deed this day
My fist your frame embrace
Into my hands
His spirit condemned

Trial by fire
Die or be damned
Valhalla is closing its gate
Bury him while his body's still warm
Drive the nails in his coffin to be seen, nevermore

Warfare

Strength …………..in the early morning light
The dying scream up to heaven above
Scowls on their faces are terror and grim determination
Enemy bloodlust is never sated

Steel shines bright, on the field of eternal night
On the land, where man creates a storm
Many find everlasting reward
Many die in tragic despair
This is warfare

………… blood................ (open to suggestion!)
Shield breaks.............. (open to suggestion!)
Teeth clenched in a grimace of mortal hatred
Swift his descent on the foe
Limb from limb they are rent
An enemy head is lying in the dust

Steel shines bright on the field of eternal night
On the land where man creates a storm
Many find everlasting reward
Many die in tragic despair
This is warfare

The taking of lives on the field of eternal night
On the land where many fight no more
Many find everlasting reward
Many die in tragic despair
By the sword, by the spear, by the arrow
Warfare

Put to the sword

In the world’s dim past, on an anvil the first would be forged
And in its life many a man would be torn
From a tome came destruction’s flame, for steel to take its shape
99 of its pages damned, but once in hand, feel its weight

Instrument of destruction
Under fire and brimstone its figure wrought
The arm of slaughter given to war
First of the legacy put to the sword

In a moment, its frame bears the mark of the trait
Time of misfortune its blade would be broken in twain

Put on the altar, white hot its pieces are made
Fused back together, and prepared to rise once again
Last time ? and sharper than ever before
The end in violence, metal will stand evermore

Instrument of destruction
Under fire and brimstone its figure wrought
The arm of slaughter given to war
First of the legacy put to the word
The blade of metal will stand for evermore


I still cant decide about the 2nd verse of Warfare, every new suggestion sounds more right than the previous one haha

We've done a good job nontheless. Cheers to everyone who contributed!