1. |
Caught by Holy Men
03:44
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With flesh and blood poisoned
They raise an icon of grace
Want my mind
Want to control, my mind
With that book, those icons
That bend knees and lower heads
No one likes to hear the truth and see it
That God was never born, was created and is dead
Caught by holy men in all Sunday mornings
Speaking beautiful words, poisoning your blood
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2. |
Plague of Truth
04:23
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We're still denying existence as a brutal and complex flow
We still have absolutely no idea where we go
The vain attempt in search of epiphanic single truths
The petrified answers we expect
The entire fuckin life's in neglect
Acting like the ones who know to set priorities
Failure and wrath is our great abilities
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The vain attempt in search of epiphanic single truths
The petrified answers we expect
When all belief becomes the plague that feast upon our fears
Void
Life
Non
Life
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3. |
Hungry Wolf
04:44
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When this anger darkens your eyes
What remains is that voice
That asked you to walk
Through stones and bones
That same anger
That lifted and dropped empires
It's on your doorstep
Calling you for a ride
Following god
Murderous beast
Rise - Hope of a future
Scars on his back
That hurt less than awareness
Your past erased
State of dementia
A seed planted in your head
Generating chaos
And feeds a fucking mad
Following god
Murderous beast
Rite of this hostile god
Destructive, savior
The body given to grace
Obey and serve
When the hungry wolf finds prey
The flesh and the cry tears dry
Now bury the cross in the grave
No color
All gray
Bloody hands
The same way
When the hungry wolf finds prey
The flesh and the cry tears dry
Now bury the cross in the grave
So another life is paid
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4. |
Sealing The Cycle
04:21
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The fire where things are born
That unites the anger
To the cry of the weak
Sealing the cycle of time
Arrows drop targets
That rise towards to the stars
Where fire burns and everything's reborn
What is born by fire
Dies!
The fuel that feeds, the fat that burns
Melted nails, bone and ash
Heated soil, stones in flames
What if all of this is true?
The whole history is a lie
What if all of this is true?
The flames burns the book of men
The fire where things are born
That unites the angry
To the cry of the weak
Sealing the cycle of time
Arrows drop targets
That rise towards to the stars
Where fire burns and everything`s reborn
What is born by fire
Dies!
The fuel that feeds, the fat that burns
Melted nails, bone and ash
Heated soil, stones in flames
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5. |
Crushing Darkness
05:48
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No one can help you
You can't go back
No one can see you
Your eyes are blind
The world devours you
This ground turned black
Something attacked you
So hard it torn
Your soul
Is Drained
And all that's left is the hate that consoles
Crushing darkness
Tell me if it ever scared ya and made you run
Now the life's been drained of you
You can't go back
No one can help you
Your eyes are blind
The world devours you
This ground turned black
No one can see you
Your helpless eyes, blinded
Your soul
And all that's left is the hate that consoles
Crushing darkness
Tell me if it ever scared ya and made you run
And I become a hungry wolf
Awaiting your fall, your weakness
So I may devour your flesh
So I may devour your light
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6. |
Lungs Full of Ashes
06:32
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The fire that burns us
The sun that explodes heads
So we hide
Killing the Earth
Changing man at nightfall
From man to hunter
Final moments for all species
We're nothing against the flames
Red sky, lungs full of ashes
It came devouring all
No mercy, burning everything you love
Above our heads
Paralyzed like flaming statues
Destroying the flesh of everyone
Final moments we'll never forget
We're nothing against the flames
Red sky, lungs full of ashes
Final moments for all species
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