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1. | Intro (Caliban) |
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5. | Partisan (Caliban) |
6. | Outro (Caliban) |
7. | Suffocated In The Exhaust Of Our Machines (Heaven Shall Burn) |
8. | No Single Inch (Heaven Shall Burn) |
9. | The Seventh Cross (Heaven Shall Burn) |
10. | One More Lie (Heaven Shall Burn) |
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[Caliban]
The imagination of an unrestrained dedication, without considering the consequences and the betrayal of own ideals, just to kill my thirst, fills me with hate, the temptation to dedicate myself unrestrained to cold love, is just as big as the hate for the lust of the flesh.
The lust of flesh is an assassin of love!
Why is it so hard?
(it's so damn hard)
Emotions just ain't mechanic, the question of greed, love, past, future, anger and anxiety, I don't want to live my present in the past anymore, your past determines my reality.
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[Caliban]
The finest breeze of wind, born is the beautiful, lonely in a wide open space.
There's nothing to see of the world.
Only dream.
Lonely in a wide open space, lonely.
Just to be me, only dream.
The sun is low, the moon is high and in the middle my consciousness.
The middle of day and night, no fear, no pain, immortal for one moment.
I'm screaming up to the sky right into infinity.
Silence!
Blood overruns my body, I'm tumbling down, imminent to drown in my own blood.
Nobody there to help, dead!
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[Caliban]
What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing, dryness sows hate inside of my heart.
Fading lust, a flower made of stone, forgotten in being.
Broken of life, disintegrated of illusion.
The dread lets me feel the force of love, to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love.
It will judge me, judge me until death.
Sunday means flesh.
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