1. |
While the Sea mounts up
05:11
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While the sea mounts up
It feels like time
is standing still,
watery eyes
bleeding questions.
Trembling voices that fail
in vacuo of an answer.
And all is silent
through this night.
And all is silent
while we wait.
All is silent- just a distant call of hope echoing....
In fear of the unknown,
of forces that
we cannot tame.
Lost in helplessness;
a hidden prayer for mercy.
And all is silent
through this night.
And all is silent
while we wait.
Silent... too late to set sails
while the sea mounts up
tonight.
Mounts up tonight….
Mounts up tonight….
Mounts up tonight….
The ghosts of the sea
are grabbing for the coast and soaking the land.
Conquer the dead
and the living
and bury our prayers.
A mountain submerging,
Dark sky roaring,
killing silence.
Slowly slowing
our heartbeat
and calming our fears.
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2. |
Mother South
06:39
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Mother South
I walk down the line,
misery right and left.
I walk straight to the end
weeping over the dead.
I’ve seen them bleed
while longing for freedom,
try to settle their life,
though losing
all their faith.
I hear them cry
while feeding
their children,
while working the day
and praying
through the night.
Mother South,
you gave your life,
gave your life away for me
and I never paid you back.
Mother South,
you gave your blood,
you gave your blood
and then drowned therein,
all alone.
Gave your blood away for me…
And I’ll never paid my debt,
I never did…
You sucked the soul
out of the living,
filled it with poison,
filled it with dirt.
My tongue is loaded,
loaded with hate.
Ready to shoot,
ready to hurt.
I’ll set your church on fire…
Burn, burn, burn !
The seed is sown
and hell that will raise.
I’m growing on you,
I’m feeding on you,
I’ll be your judge.
No mercy allowed.
You unlocked the cage,
made room to vengeance.
I’m spitting arrows
soaked with pain.
I’ll set your church on fire…
Burn, burn, burn!
The seed is sown
and hell that will raise.
Go ! Go! GO!
And I’ll set your
house on fire.
Burn, burn, burn!
The seed is sown
and hell that will raise.
I’ll set your church on fire…
Burn, burn, burn !
The seed is sown
and hell that will raise.
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3. |
Under the Linden Tree
05:16
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Under the Linden Tree
Lies, telling us your lies
won’t make your pain
no less.
Talks, voices from the dark,
words we don’t understand.
And God
is our helping hand
to put you back to place.
Save,
we’re gonna save your soul and put your flesh to rest.
And maybe you were just ill
and somebody would have known a cure.
But we just wanted
to make sure
you’re not harbouring
the devil in you.
Scream, like a bloody whore,
we won’t recoil from you.
Cry, the more you cry
the more we punish you.
And God
is our helping hand
to put
your prayers to silence.
Death is your only friend
to release your soul
from evil.
And maybe you were
just deranged
and somebody would have known a cure.
But we just wanted
to make sure
you’re not harbouring
the devil in you.
Suffer,
the pain you suffer,
it’s all your fault,
you know!
The sin, the sin of Eve
that let the devil in.
And God
is our helping hand
washing blood from ours.
A last rite and all is done.
Your soul is free,
your life begone.
There’s no place
behind the church,
holiness deconsecrated.
So we bury you just outside
under the linden tree
in profane ground.
Exorcizamus te,
omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas,
omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio,
omnis congregatio
et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica
adiuramus te.
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4. |
Murmansk II Му́рманск
04:04
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Murmansk II Му́рманск
Driven by greed.
Demons unleashed.
Freed all their torments,
freed all their torments.
No Vergil waiting.
No poetic warmth.
Just darkness and anguish,
just darkness and anguish.
I… have seen…
I’ve seen hell in Murmansk.
I… have seen…
I’ve seen hell in Murmansk.
And it swallowed all life.
Gave rise to the void.
Left death
and coldness behind,
death and coldness behind.
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5. |
Ghost; an interlude
03:18
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6. |
Crawl
06:20
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Crawl
I bleed, I bleed,
- the wounds of man.
I burn to purify my soul.
Those torments,
that take my breath away.
This pain
not all my tears can drown,
never can.
And I do that for you
my lord,
can’t you see
that I‘ve suffered enough?
Forever my lord,
towards the stars
and beyond
to reach for your hand.
And I carry the burden
you put on my shoulder,
Devotion and commitment.
My sorrows will vanish
and all sins
I might have done.
Forever and ever I crawl....
I crawl towards my life….
I wash the path I crawl on
with the blood
that pours out
of the stigma I got
from this journey to you
where I look for release.
One answer
that tells me it’s worth.
I’m crawling I’m creeping,
I’m crying I’m screaming,
I’m trying not to lose
my faith.
I’m living while dying,
I’m burning while drowning,
I’m praying
while being in doubt.
And forever I crawl.
I crawl towards my life....
I almost killed myself to justify my love & devotion.
Waiting for thy gracious mercy to release me from my agonies.
But now I see,
you are the lie of all lies,
a promise unfulfilled.
But what is to expect from one who has led his own flesh to the scaffold?
No release, no redemption. Your playground is our living hell.
White shades of antimatter
- retrograde
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7. |
Sacrum quod
04:16
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Sacrum Quod Vivit
A feast of pain,
glorifying – executing.
Devoted to gluttony!
Greed. Greed. Greed.
Devour the new born,
bleed the damned.
Deny it, - its soul,
strangulating its life.
Breeding and killing,
man playing God.
Nature declined,
man‘s been satisfied.
The lust of ignorance
is feeding the mortal.
The lust of arrogance
is raping the moral.
Sacrum quod vivit
The curse of its ghost
will scream out vendetta,
will poison your heart
and wither your mind.
The lust of ignorance,
- famine to the mortal
The lust of arrogance
denying all moral.
Sacrum quod vivit
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8. |
Murmansk I Му́рманск
05:22
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Murmansk I Му́рманск
Losing myself in darkness...
black in black.
A sea-born ghost, a frozen heart. Shattered.
A ghastly sky, while nature withers.
Now I‘ve found myself running away
from the life I lost, - all alone.
The life I lost in Murmansk.
No looking back to the world that once was.
To the ground I once have walked.
The path I walked in Murmansk.
The sea is calling, - a shivering caress.
a dead-end horizon never to be reached.
Running through the whipping spindrift,
a fugitive losing its pain,
a pain that rose in Murmansk.
The coldness acheing like burning needles.
A chilling past of a life that has been lived.
A life that I‘ve shed in Murmansk.
To be free I need to sail away
or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
I‘m diving, trying to restore my dreams,
breaking the chains that tie me,
tie me to Murmansk.
I spread my arms, embracing the waves
that are fighting me back, pushing me back.
Pushing me back to Murmansk.
To be free I need to sail away
or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
To be free I need to sail away
or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
Now I‘m free and I start to sail away
so I won‘t die at the border to no man‘s land.
At the border to no man‘s land.
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9. |
Devil wears Christ
06:31
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Devil wears Christ
A lie nailed to wood
while the Devil, the Devil wears Christ.
A treason in purple, born through blood,
a whore with golden teeth deflowers the weak.
Spreading hate behind the mask of love,
- a cult was born.
Bigotry through supremacy.
The Devil wears Christ.
A conquest of millions for aeons to come,
- the seeing blinded.
Sacrilegious dogma hidden by mercy.
And the Devil plays Christ.
Thousands of gods have come and gone
but only some have come to stay.
The liars, imposters, betrayers,
the trinity in the name of God.
Commanding you to let go your souls,
-through all your life.
A sale of indulgence for the credulous poor.
And the Devil wears Christ.
The libertines,
a prey for the enlightened,
- lies for the masses.
A promise of fear, of fire and pain.
And the Devil plays Christ
Thousands of gods have come and gone
but only some have come to stay.
The liars, imposters, betrayers,
the trinity in the name of God.
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