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Unrelenting, their endeavour to rule lives
Teaching you an artificial truth, that you will grieve no more, that you will die no more
Narrow minded mercenaries, slave traders, soul collectors
Send a promise of destruction to those who will not kneel
Derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubts
But there are so many things I hold beyond their reach
The doom you promised me may come, I'm not afraid
You cannot save me
I am the counterweight
No need to save me; for I'm the counterweight
And I will grieve no more, I will die no more
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Blood trickles away in the sand
All hope crushed, perished in the border fences of a secure stronghold
We crossed this lost world, so much distress we have seen
The home we left behind, it offered nothing but despair
Under the veil of darkness we marched for endless years
Beyond the silver bright horizon a brave new world exists
Trespassing the shores of your world
Piles of dead bodies at the walls of Fortress Europe cast a shadow on your paradise
Oblivion and apathy will keep you warm
A continent beyond recovery
Like dark invaders they receive us
A gaping wound in the flesh of this earth; a bleeding they refuse to staunch
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Loosing touch with reality
In your world of plenty it's so easy to preach love
Holier than thou, your order that shall rule
Yet, at the walls of your cathedrals poor sinners starve to death
Ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity materialized in golden temples
Within the walls of Babylon profane believers follow their fateful leaders
This world is up in arms
The time has come to bid farewell
A true belief will rule
Our true belief will rule
A pure commitment will blow away an unreal constitution
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Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief; abandon my friends, my home
Losing my mother tongue
But I will bear this heavy loss
Former brothers calling me betrayer and burned the words we wrote
I will overcome
Solaced by this certainty this delusion will fade
Our words of reason, lost in the roar of cadence
The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun
In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face seems like a saviour's smile to you
An army of lost sons still hidden in the dark
The voice of an enslaved nation
A force of banished daughters
We have to stay the course!
Consistent, without anguish!
We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside; but with burning hearts we shall recur
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This is the call to arms, the final call
Exchanged the shuttle for the sword
For generations we slaved away in the shadows of their towers
The world we know, a torture-chamber
Born as servants, exploited till death
To their machines we're marching with Captain Ludd in mind
The final march begins, down with all kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery
Down with the king!
Down with all kings!
Winter-withered bodies, souls sunken into misery
Our minds and future as black as our masters' hearts
Now we engage the enemy; the web we weave completed
Can't wait for God to judge those monsters
A religion that just mocks us and justifies this misery
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Skywards, the prayers we sent, of no avail
No fear of death will walk among us
Almost too limb to throw the stones
Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief and marked by enslavement
All the prayers we sent, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave
Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets
Almost too weak to cry out the spell
His servants won't slow down our steps
Blood red will be those streets and burning castles we'll leave
Cursed be the God who was deaf to our prayers
As we died in freedom their machines broke down for a day
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An uprising of the lost
With courage born from despair
An end for the years of anguish; a battle in the heart of this nation
Uprising of the lost; in the abyss between the worlds
They all averted their eyes
A home behind the enemies lines
They raped and burned our fatherland
We know that nothing shall remain; there's no tomorrow, we'll bring it to an end
Our souls scorched with our homes but wilful we hold our ground
Ragged figures but brothers and sisters we are; through fields of debris we crawl
Uprising of the lost; the world averted it's eyes
Red vultures awaiting our end
A home behind the enemies lines
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Are you still the one I used to know?
Where is the fire in your eyes?
Do you remember all the things we used to share?
Your strong words gave hope to me so many times
But now there's only silence when we meet
These are the darkest of your days, where are your thousand friends?
And who will guide you through the nights as all the lights went out?
In the darkness of your room, the only time that you feel free
The solidarity you feel is only solitude you share
This is where they want you to be
Wasting all your thoughts and passion
The solidarity you feel is only solitude you share
Your strong words gave hope to me so many times
But now there's only silence when we meet
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An overbearing dogma in disguise
Superstition displacing all reality
Debasing mother nature and dreaming of Intelligent Design
Adulterated doctrine, so abstruse, beyond all reason and apart from any evidence
Idolizing supreme forces while trampling down creation
Unable to accept their unimportance, their insignificance
Prospecting vindication for existing misery
Scorn this indoctrination, pressed on by a profane confraternity
Shame for the summit of creation
Let sanity prevail!
Defending Darwin's throne
Where blind belief and science meet we're defending Darwin's throne
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How many times can they bend your will until you break and die inside?
Is there still a heartfelt discomfort in you?
Deep down inside to live these lies
Addicted to goodwill and grace donated from your master's hand
On bleeding knees you're waiting for the answers
(With gazing eyes you're hoping for a sign)
Annihilation of your spirits
Dreams die in silence and piece by piece you go with them
Forsaken and unseen
Always accepting the inevitable
Won't make you find your peace
There is no substitute for your lost dignity
No one shall ever poison the worlds in you, the treasures in your heart
At the end of a life there's only black and white
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False prophets rule your life
The whole world absorbed by the darkness in your heart
Only flames of sorrow light your way through the night
Your hands will never touch his face
False prophets rule your life
As you poison the river of life, erasing the greatest gift of God
All you need is in yourself
False prophets rule your life
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