1. |
Running on Emptiness
08:13
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Running on Emptiness
Hollow hearts of ours, filled with greed,
pump machinelike, always empty, black blood seeps.
We are ruiners of life, the blight of the earth.
Our mouths are filled with crude oil.
Our lungs are full of smoke and rust.
We're disheartened creatures
besieged by technology.
Doomed to wander alone
isolated from our selves.
There is no relief, no saviour
and so i drown unable to catch the light.
All hail to blackness!
I become the night!
We are the „civilized“
slaves of machinery.
Running from our fate
we know that we can't win the race.
We are running - with bleeding feet,
Always running - going nowhere.
We are running - with broken limbs.
Running on emptiness.
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2. |
Lightbearer
03:10
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Lightbearer
There dwells a spectre in the night
condemned by demagogic priests.
Christian weaklings call him tyrant,
while he is the bringer of light.
The god of man is a divine despot,
a slavemaster „civilizing the people“.
The price for Heaven is eternal subjugation.
Hellfire awaits those who refuse to kneel.
"But here steps in Satan,
the eternal rebel,
the first freethinker and
the emancipator of worlds.
He makes man ashamed
of his bestial ignorance
and blind obedience;
He stamps upon his brow the seal of liberty
in urging him to disobey and eat of the fruit of knowledge."
Ad majorem Sathanae gloriam!
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3. |
The World Without Us
14:37
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The World Without Us
Everything i touch turns to stone.
There is no place for me,
no hope, no home.
I am a lone wolf wandering without a pack.
I am a sick man drowning, a human wreck.
This world is skinning me clean to the bone.
There is no peace for me,
no hope, no home.
"We are born like this
into this
As Mrs. Death laughs,
as the sun is masked."
"The heart is blackened.
The fingers reach for the throat.
The gun The knife The bomb.
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The heart is blackened.
The fingers reach for the throat."
The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder!
We are born like this, into this
sorrowful deadliness.
This is it: our doom.
Sorrowful deadliness.
"The end of this society
will be a stunning sight.
The sun will not be seen
and it will always be night
and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that."
"We are born into this.
Walking and living through this.
Fooled by this, used by this,
Pissed on by this.
Made crazy and sick by this."
"Made violent.
Made inhuman by this.
Born into this.
Dying because of this."
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4. |
Against the Grain
08:56
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Against the Grain
I am a walker of dissonant worlds.
Through the mists of desolation i drift.
As the last leaves of autumn fall
I die of pity
for Man, for myself,
I drown in darkness.
Blackclad spectres call my name.
I die of pity,
on a cross without nails.
My journey to the stars ends
on the worn out paths of modern man.
From open wounds seeps black blood
once white feathers are covered in soot.
The flies gather, they are my twisted halo.
Vultures blow the trumpets. Rats tear off my skin.
I am the king of vermin. The god of filth.
I am desolation. The end is near.
There will be no tomorrow.
No future. No dawn for men.
Behold the omen!
An era ends in flames.
The white raven takes flight again,
Behold a blaze in the night!
Against the grain!
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5. |
The Great Catastrophe
09:49
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The Great Catastrophe
Behold the creatures clad in black.
Their mouths are wide open.
Their wings are spread.
They are the children of the heavens.
pale faces turned toward the past.
Cursed are the saints of history,
clinging on to the present, desperately.
All hope has been abandoned, an ancient sacrifice.
A fierce storm blows from a long lost paradise.
Tears fall as we behold the great catastrophe,
piling wreckage upon wreckage
hurling it in front of our feet.
Downfall. Heartbreak.
We ourselves are those figures clad in black!
We are ripped away into the future,
to which we turned our backs.
Desperate screams
lapse into silence.
They went unheard,
here's no defiance.
Flowers forever blooming will start to wilt.
A landscape of ruin wont be rebuilt.
Behold the storm called progress.
Behold this world falling apart.
We are the nothingness. The endless night.
We are the curse. Death triumphant. The eternal blight.
Oh, what a glorious sight! Oh, what a pathetic sight!
What an utterly disgusting sight!
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