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The World of Madness
02:23
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Human shapes, identical uniforms
Wire mesh narrowly encloses
Blank sights, rugged souls
World closed, idle and scarred
Outcasts of a common sense
Deeply thrown into a dark hole of madness
Seems like asylum to the lost
Waste yard of a society reformed
Walls raised by fear
The affectionate face of slow extermination
Outcasts of a common sense
Deeply thrown into a dark hole of madness
The end, redemption dragged by time
The end, written on the cold walls
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Silent Era
03:34
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Mouths are stitched
As memory is fading,
The era of silence begun
Rotting comes from within
Drain the blood of one another,
Feast with each gutted hope
A lifetime crawling into mud,
In wastage, perishing
Before you came out of the mire,
You’ve bitten the hand
Ungrateful leech
Drain the blood of one another,
Feast with each gutted hope
You are the shadow, you are the light
Devouring life on the way to thrive
self defeated, self consumed
Blissful ignorance, exalt your tragedy
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Taker of Life
05:30
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Submissive herd under the blade
Sad harvest of the black curse
The eyes of fear reflecting desperation
Hopelessly begging for a merciful end
Let the sickle fall down
Upon them
Cut through life’s tenuous thread
Giver of death
Taker of life / giver of death
Rusted guilt, pierce through the skin
Scapegoats on this starless night
The blooded scythe swings over and over again
Until no heads are raised
Let the sickle fall down
Upon them
Cut through life’s tenuous thread
Giver of death
Taker of life / giver of death
Blade / curse / fear
Desperation / night / merciless end
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Nailed
02:39
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20 feet under the living
In the musty wall cell
Dirty and malnourished
Captive in complete isolation
Can’t be reached by the light
Can’t be reached by hope
Once you walked down the stairs
You were on your own
Gagged squeals
Unidentifiable, blooded face
Cut, bruised and swollen
Limbs nailed, neck chained
Can’t be reached by the light
Can’t be reached by hope
Once you walked down the stairs
You were on your own
Hardly breathing, bled out
Broken bones and stripped out
Who will go down the stairs next?
Hope for death...
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5. |
Thorns & Nails
03:23
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Between high dead ruins
Through the mortal's turmoil
Curse is marching, driven by wrath
Followed by victory and grief
Followed by victory and grief
Thorns and nails will pave the way
Thorns and nails
Foolishness, greed and deceit
A choking whirlwind comes crushing
Thinking is dominated, the body is timeworn
Human remains, Human remains,
Mud and dried blood
Thorns and nails will pave the way
Thorns and nails
Thorns and nails will pave the way
Thorns and nails
The snakes, the vultures, the beasts
Are crawling and howling with fury
The stench of mutilated corpses
Cannibalistic endless feast
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6. |
Backlash Rampage
04:01
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Infected land, of immune gods
Servants restrained, civil solitude raising despair
Fraudulent faith
Insidious poison seeped to into logic
Maleficent paradise
Insidious poison seeped to into logic
Instincts prevail, last drop of humanity drained
Order decayed over the corpse of tolerance
Hungry hounds on a backlash rampage
Concrete soaked in fellow blood
The plundered life's pyre faded to dusk
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Cursed Blood Athens, Greece
Death metal punx
Aris: Throat
Costa: 6 Strings
Tilemachos: 4 Strings
Nikos: Skins
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