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09/05/2006 |
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Walking the paths of everdark,
Searching all of what lies within,
Betrayal by those so blind
Living lives in the grey flock, truth they will never find.
Spit out as they fallow so much selfish ways,
Full of hate and in the end...yeah!
As a Victor watch' them all,
Fakes are elimintated,
What I deserve will they deserve
Untill the end is coming near
Walking the paths of ever dark,
Searching all of what lies within (Is all life of this suffering ?)
Betrayal by those so blind
Living lives in the grey flock... truth they will never find.
Arise! my soul from mortal flesh, into the spirit realms,
All pain a source of Power,
Still alone when blood is drained..
When time has ended, replaced by afterlife...Who have I become ?
I still walk the Realms, as a master of the ShadowFear,
Into all infinity !
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Damnation marches in,
Apocalypse fortold by myths,
Earth's realm ends in pain,
As the rivers run red,
With the blood of the suffering,
Humanity punished for all its sins.
Bow Down...As the heavens collide
Bow Down...For the sins of the flesh
lead: Mauser
Religion, as opium to mankind,
Oppressed by myths and lies,
All bibles, written by the human race
Institutions for the sheeps.
For the spirit outlives the flesh,
No God will keep us crawling,
See through the book of lies,
Mankind, the seed of the World
lead: Peter
Bow Down to none...As the skies stay clear
Bow Down to none...For no God is greater then YOU !!!
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Passing the empty house
I see the thing upon the Wall
Wooden sticks crossed together
And kneeling man talking to the effigy of steel...
God is Dead!!! Dead !!! Helleluyah!!!
Smell of burnt bodies
Slaughtered virgin lies dead without the face
Men staring at the skies
Singing lines and eating sand of waste...
God is Dead!!! Dead !!! Helleluyah!!!
Wandering the globe around
I saw no miracles nor wonders
Humanity so poisoned by their myths
Why none can see my wings?!
God is Dead!!! Dead !!! Helleluyah!!!
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Vast sights, stakes piercing Mother Earth,
In the kingdom of "Sin" they lived,
Now shunned away, staked...and left,
As they fought the battles of the psyche,
Like so many years ago,
They now feed lions to the Christians,
For what purpose? One might ask...
The Purification of the soul?
And everlasting life, so Heavenly?
They cannot see, what lies beneath,
Right or left, eyes shut...open wide,
As they walk the path they most despise,
Killing, rejecting,
They now feed lions to the Christians
For what purpose? One might ask...
In a crusade against individuality,
Who can decide, what is right?
Weather to despise the sun or moon...or neither,
As both have massive powers, untamed,
But still I walk the vast planes,
And all my eyes see...
And all my eyes see...
Are the fields of the Heads, Staked...
They now feed lions to the Christians,
For what purpose? One might ask...
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My father is not some fiery prince
I wear no fangs or red eyes
Mirrors and daylight are silly lies
In all those stories you spread about me
. No magic, no covens and terror
I walk among you as one of you
Never kill your food
Violence is a mark of the Dump
I live for the sting and the cascades
That wash the back of my throat
I live for the flood of the red
Flowing down and quenching the thirst
To pass the aeons of solitary fate
I sometimes write the stories
That tell more about your lazy minds
Than about the predator like me.
I live for the sting and the cascades
That wash the back of my throat
I live for the flood of the red
Flowing down and quenching the thirst
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I stand strong and fierce
I am so mighty... I am so dark
Overlooking the battlefields below
I see my Brothers, their courage and strenght
Looking in the eyes of the Enemy leader
The one who lead the light
As legions march, across the withered earth
Trembling on broken human bones
All weapons drawn and sharp
My warriors, my proud of the dungeons black
Onwards to engage the Light !!! The Enemy!!!
Onwards to engage the light !!!
lead: Mauser / Peter
See their skins glow, disgusting aura's
The white winged soldiers, - ooh how I hate them !!!
First blood is shed, immortal turn to mortal
My Warriors in flames
Feeding on the suffer
Onwards to engage the light !!! The Enemy!!!
Onwards to engage the light !!!
Spreadin' my draconian wings, I provoke...
I know ,that victory is close
Shattered bodies lie on the ground, the smell of death is all around...
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Zeroes and ones are like cells
Slowly accreting in the veins
Of the great system of the world
The globe, the matrix and the brain
Red is the code
The code is red
Vitruvian cyborg with bloodshot eyes
Arterial download of the soul
The new Creature is pumped with life
Of Xaos knowledge from all of us
Messages pulsing in the temples
I smell the color in the air
And raise my eyes to swallow at least some red data
Raining from the sky
lead: Mauser
Digital prophets slash their wrists
To show their converts who believe
In gushes of the waves to surf
The gospel of the red kingdom come
Red is the code
The code is red
RED
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Can you see me...at the horizon
Amongst the Ruins I kneel
See the gap in my chest, coloured deep red
My bleeding heart in front of me
Aching cries that ever last
Amongst the Ruins I kneel
A shattered soul with endless why's
Forced to shed skin yet another time
I see my silhouette... at the wall
Watching me...whispering pain
He sees my inner depts and moans softly
As He is I...
The end will come...there is nothing I can do
Dwelling through the ashes
Where life and emotions seem to distant
This source of life slipped through my fingers
See me kneel Amongst the Ruins
Of what once was my Angel City
I shamefully kneel and weep
With my head bowed down...
lead: Mauser
Where echos'of past, present and future
Dwell through these ancient and savage walls
Of joy, grief...the suffer
...and the soul search
Can you see me...at the horizon
Amongst the Ruins I kneel
See the gap in my chest, coloured deep red
My bleeding heart in front of me
Aching cries that ever last
Amongst the Ruins I kneel
I shamefully kneel and weep
With my head bowed down...
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We stand not solitary on this world
Old songs drum in our veins
Generations of Man before me
Nod and speak somewhere inside my words
HereThey live
...In my blood
lead: Peter
I hear voices in the rich streams of my life
Cries and sobs, warnings and shouts
Whispers that know not of their life
That continues in the corridors of my flesh...
HereThey live
...In my blood
The flash of memory that never happened
Precognition of the pattern yet to come
I see the green breast of new world
The touch of hot sand under my feet
lead: Mauser
I was not there at the fall of Rome
Yet I taste the sound of the fire
And detect the sadness of the heart
That wept when their life fell apart
HereThey live
...In my blood
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Liquid, sticky messages
Stories that meander and trickle
Communiqués that cruise with no end
Whispers of slow ooze and drain
Reading takes you inside
Slow observant attention
Tracing plots uncovers
Layers of inner self
leads: Peter
A gush is an explosion
Slow trickle a description
Pulsing rhythm a sonnet
Steady rush like a novel
Veins are like lines
White parchment of the bones
Vessels of pages that collect
Meaning and truth and sense
leads: Mauser
It takes years to perfect
Comprehension and skill
Tender touch of the red
So elusive to capture
Ripped pages, lost meaning
Words trailing off into void
Cooling plot with no climax
No text is forever
leads: Peter
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