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Hope is
02:04
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Hope is not a term. It's a temple. It#s the truth.
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Fixation
01:56
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Show me the way to your addiction and I'll show what you have become.
All this senseless chemics, this tricks, this fake emotion. The zombie that you have become.
The slave and weakless monstrosity. Stab the needle into your arm,
eat the pill and fill your smokefull lungs. Far away from hope, far away from you what happened to you?
I remember someone loved you, but then everything went quiet.
I wish you'd be back, but your rotten carcass is to weak to live.
Murder, addict, monster, panic.
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Slaves
00:57
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Kings Of Forlorn Lands
03:07
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THERE IS NO SUN TO SEE ON THIS
BLACK SKY WITH NO CLOUDS lost all our people. Torn apart BY HELL AND NUMBERS
Just some kings of forlorn LANDS.
Sheer emptiness
SOMEONE CALLED ONCE a state I reclaim
what you once named FREEDOM IN VEIN
GIVE IT BACK TO WHOM IT BELONGS
pure scourge, pure HATRED
THERE IS NO SUN TO SEE BUT
BURNING HELL INSIDE OF US.
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The AND-Status
02:08
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So desicated, so sad to see.
So damned tormented, so sad to see.
So hopeless, so sad to see.
So helpless, so sad to see this.
So tired of all those surveys.
The climax of all that will be.
No hunger left, no need to feed.
This sheer carcass, this mere progress.
So desicated, so sad to see.
So damned tormented, so sad to see.
So hopeless, so sad to see.
So helpless, so sad to see this.
Oh mother earth: give them a chance, a chance to flee. To flee from this artificial downfall.
To fall to ash finally.
Natural death, we pray to honour this.
Allowed natural death, I see the agony.
Allowed natural death, thousand lifes to rest.
Allowed natural death for those too weak to live. Please forgive them.
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More Of Defeat
03:14
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You've come to an end
with all your wisdom and your cheater sense.
Riot at the streets, war at your door.
I guess you can't stand it anymore.
Your time is over, can't you see?
The soldiers won't keep the people from beeing free. Again and again you strike us down.
But we will stand up and crush your crown.
For you won't rise no more
So I speak, speak, more of defeat.
Revolution, evolution.
Martyrs, frighteners.
Underdogs, beaten downs, right to strike, right to fight for your right, now.
For you won't rise no more
So I speak, speak, more of defeat.
Where is your spine, your carcass?
Where is our sunshine and your darkness?
Clench your fists, raise them high
for your spring, for tonight.
This is the fall of our subduers.
We are the folk we are the people.
Of this world.
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Skyline
03:46
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Towers of decadence shroud the sun. Shadows of the skyline enlight the dark.
A reign of concrete, so cold and awfully ours. A labyrinth of ash from the dead.
On top of that hill we saw the lights of the city. Scars in the landscape.
Dust infested air.
Stars blinded.
The moon was never there.
No silence.
"Holy and true Master,
how long before you judge
and take revenge on those living
on earth who shed our blood?"
What would nature build instead?
Burnt down, forgotten, raped, rotten.
What would nature build instead?
Towers of decadence shroud the sun. Shadows of the skyline enlight the dark.
A reign of concrete, so cold and awful ours.
A labyrinth of ash from the dead.
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Dust
04:21
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And plagues and war and dust and ignorance for one another.
Rotten flesh and a father with his burnt child.
There is no absolution in this holy war.
There is no absolution in this unholy war.
And plagues and war and dust and ignorance for one another.
Can't you see there is war?
There is suffering.
Don't turn your heads.
Look into dead faces.
Vietnam
Sierra Leone
Togo
Gaza
Kongo
India
Afghanistan
the whole world
the whole world
the whole world at war
in dust.
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