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1. |
Martyrs
03:55
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Moving on a deserted land
Hundreds of Exiled and Chained
They refused to spend their lives
In this bloody slavery
They stayed awake and tried
To guard the flat walls of our town
Now they walk on this Death March
Their eyes are nailed to the sky
Silent and proud Comrades,
Doomed to die for the sake of our rights
In this hypocritical world
We have to listen deaf and dumb
To the speeches of the worms.
Indefatigable fools
Never stumbled over hindrances
On their way to die
They did never give in
And they did never sign!
They did never fall
And they never said we're tired
They spent their whole lives on the run
Never cared about careers
While others became fat
In the governments of blood
Now these judge them before courts
Made of murderers and liars
The judgement is pronounced
And their money runs the world
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2. |
Banner Of The Fray
04:41
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In school they cultivate the narrowness
And teach us wars that kings commanded
But never fightings of the poor
Their education's based on rivalry and control
They're trying to persuade us
To join the army and be real men
We're indebted to our country for
All the lies that we received
For which we have to drudge
And pay the price for the balance of power
This is to live our lives as slaves
There'll be a grimace of confusion and fright
When we'll aim our weapons at the generals
Who sent us to wars to die for plastic ideals
But now we hoist the Banner of the Fray
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Just Another Voice...
09:24
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This night fills you with a smouldering scare
The guiltiness and the lost past arise in front of you
Everything is rolling now and turns into rage
Your future and the wait
The endeavour after passing all your limits
Look at all of them who taught you how to survive
In a worthless world of disgusting worms
How to bow to them and to bury so called secrets
With a blind sacrifice and faith that makes you drunk
All of these thoughts eat away your tired brain
You hold tight in your hand the procession's flag
Of criminal authorities with pride and respect
A specimen of life, despairing, handicapped
With thousand sores under your uniform
But on this night your secret doubts
Fill you with a righteous hate
You turn your barrel on your idols now
You've just one voice and they wait lurking outside
They start to laugh, they shoot you dead
Now all your voice turns at once into scream
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4. |
(War) Against Their Will
05:56
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Towns razed by bombs
Thousands of memories
Under the ruins, lost in time
You stand facing them, tired war veterans
With your haunted thoughts
Drowned in a whirl of mercy,
Creatures of downfall and death
All your lives decay in a swamp of guilt
Vainly expecting the freedom rider
He betrays you
Nightmares caused by glory days
Arise from the past
The creaks of panoplies in the wind
High on the ruined loopholes
You see the shadows of your friends
Who expired by your side
Dead soldiers march past before your eyes
With a sign on their breasts
Suicide
Dead and forgotten heroes sacrificed
In the name of our nation crucified
Against their will
Anonymous in a legion of fools
Obeying the officers
You marched away, didn't know why
Watch the silhouettes of the dead
Who fought in a game
In which others dispose its rules
It’s a shame
And then you called them heroes sacrificed,
Sold and betrayed idiots denied
Against their will
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We are the engineers
Dressed our disgusting stench
In a brand-new silken suit
The firms we work for
Are rolling in money by the arms trade
With the countries of the Third World
We don't rack our brains over these
Naive questions, we don't care!
Owning scientific titles,
Knowledge, power - we are trained
We sold our brains from a desire to reign
And climbed high in the hierarchy
We stuck at nothing and became rich
While others have been tortured and killed
We’re drowned in the blood
Of the victims of wars
So called scientists,
Research without conscience
Sure we could refuse
And talk to the Press
But everybody's life
Consists of little compromises
So we gush over new products
Industrial nation and progress
Progress for whom? Progress for death!
Progress for profits, progress for sale!
We do not care about the blood on our hands
'Cause we have some aims to attain
Pleasure to give orders, longing for power
In the great and corrupt Industry
Sign your contract!
The stink of your brain!
Paid for your crimes!
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Dumb Crutches
07:31
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In our whole lives we’ve never tried
To find the reasons why
Why we have to hunger,
Why we watch our children die
Saying there is nothing,
There is nothing we could do
To rise and see our future
In our own point of view
In fear we spend this life,
In coldness we sacrifice
All our ideals for a cheap and worthless price
Inventing honest heroes
Who can do the things we can't
And we believe in god
To be expected in his "better world”
To be expected dead - In the name of god - dead
At night we're lying low in our rooms,
Humbly and scared
Fleeting thoughts and memories
Are running through our minds
If we are the guilty of the events that afflict us,
We didn't dare speak the truth
And sentenced some to death
We were made consumers of speeches full of lies
Upholding this society that isolates us all
We refused to change our mind
And never cared a damn
Rewarded with social safety we kept out of this fray
But when we lie in bed at night
We cover up ourselves
Protecting us from nightmares
And from pangs of conscience
That tortured our directed thoughts
For a very long time
We did never try to change
The conditions of our lives
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7. |
Madman
05:44
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When my dream became a nightmare
I just couldn't stifle a scream
I dropped into a troubled doze
Stiffness filled my frozen hands
f fell deeper in my sleep
Tried to break out of my fears
And when I woke up next morning
I felt so cured that I could die
Now I'm hearing voices laughing
But they just cannot be placed
Nasty laughter through my narrow
Small-paned window when it's late
And they watch me suffocating
Dressed in silhouettes vague and weird
Drive me to cries of despair
I clutch at the doorway
Grunt the struggling breath of suffering
Tremble in a wave of fright
Echoes buzz in my worn-out head
As I tug at my stout chain
I swim in cold sweat of horror
Till I crumble to the ground
Mutter words of insanity
Now I'm cut off from this world
Shrilling sounds of spies in my head
Smash the silence of my thoughts
And draw me into their clutches
Drive me to an unknown goal
I want to cast myself from here
Into the squalid street below
Behind iron bars my brain fades
But my scream will haunt your souls
MADMAN ARISE...
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Swingin' Scythe
05:06
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Shades of pain spread over my pale face
My sterile brain sank in a lake of salt
Your green eyes opened wide,
Looked at the western sky
You covered with frozen hands my eyes
And left in the bright stormy night
The rhythmic sound of rain drops on my head
Counted out the moments of my life
I held you tight in my arms for a last time
Now, for the first time I see you change
Your eyes are killing me from thousand miles
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Into The Abyss Athens, Greece
The band took their name from a song by Sex Gang Children. Formed in Darmstadt/Germany, they've toured all over Europe,
including 5 gigs at the London Marquee Club. They've also played with Crime & The City Solution, The Bevis Frond, Pink Turns Blue, and German Krautrock band Embryo.
Their style is a blend of post punk/gothic rock, progressive elements, ethnic hints, doom passages and psychedelia.
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