Hellfucked, lyrically inspired by darkness and satanism, is a black metal b… Read Full Bio ↴Hellfucked, lyrically inspired by darkness and satanism, is a black metal band from Sachsen-Anhalt, Germany found in 1995. The band was formerly known as Sturmlegion.

Discography:
- Sturmlegion - (Demo, 1996)
- Deathecration / 1st Offensive - (Demo, 2001)
- Hellfucked / Vornat - (Split with Vornat, 2002)
- Gods of Negativity - (Album, 2003)

Current line-up:
Unhold - drums
Senseless Violence - guitars
Krematorienrat F - vocals
A Krieg - bass

Mord Und Totschlag
Hellfucked Lyrics

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Mein puls beginnt zu toben im angesicht der masse
Mit jedem schlag in meiner brust weiß ich dass ich sie hasse
Das flaue gefühl in meinem magen verdichtet sich zur übelkeit
Krämpfe formen die finger zur faust in anbetracht der nichtigkeit

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Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Mord und Totschlag" by Hellfucked delve deep into the dark psyche of a person who is filled with immense hatred towards society. The lyrics describe the pulsating rage that the singer feels when faced with the crowd. The pounding in his chest is a manifestation of his unbridled anger, which is fueled by his disgust towards the people around him. As he becomes increasingly agitated, he describes how the feeling of unease in his stomach becomes a sickening nausea, and the cramps in his fingers form into fists.

The lyrics of "Mord und Totschlag" paint a vivid picture of a person on the brink of violence, consumed by their hatred for society. The song communicates the singer's strong disdain for the people around him, who he sees as insignificant and worthless. The lyrics, although gruesome, capture a very real emotion that can be felt by many in today's society. The intense feeling of anger and frustration when faced with the overwhelming nature of modern life can often be too much for some individuals, leading them to thoughts of violence or worse.

Line by Line Meaning

Mein puls beginnt zu toben im angesicht der masse
My heart starts pounding in the face of the crowd

Mit jedem schlag in meiner brust weiß ich dass ich sie hasse
With every beat in my chest, I know I hate them

Das flaue gefühl in meinem magen verdichtet sich zur übelkeit
The queasy feeling in my stomach intensifies into sickness

Krämpfe formen die finger zur faust in anbetracht der nichtigkeit
Cramps turn my fingers into fists in the face of the insignificance

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