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YOU MUST PLAN AND YOU MUST TRAIN
FOR THE BATTLE YOU DON'T WANT
TO DEFEND WHAT YOU LOVE
THAT'S HOW THE WAR BEGINS
PEACE IS IMPOSSIBLE
NO MATTER WHAT IT SEEMS
SOMEONE'S KILLING SOMEONE
EVEN IN YOUR DREAMS
YOU CAN'T GIVE THEM A REASON
YOU CAN'T TELL THEM THE TRUTH
THEY ARE SO CONVINCED
TO KNOW WHAT TO DO
PEOPLE ARE NOT VERY WISE
DON'T KNOW THEIR LIMITATIONS
DON'T KNOW WHAT DEATH MEANS
WHEN THEY PLAY THEIR DIRTY GAME
CHORUS:
SO WHEN YOU WALK AWAY
LEAVING THE KILLING FIELDS
YOU WILL BE SOON AWARE
WHAT YOU HAVE LOST
DON'T GIVE THEM A REASON
AND HER SCREAMS ARE GETTING LOUDER
WORDS: K. SCHMIDT
MUSIC: G. THOMAS
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Wounds of self-mutilation
Caused by religious fervor
A sacrifice of a child
To summoning the gods
A fortress in the dense woods
Called the temple of destruction
Jjust finished the preparations
To face the final day
Coloured rays of setting sun
Are covering everything
Like an oppressive blanket
Taking your breath away
See the eyes of the predators
Flickering with reflected gleams
Like an apocalyptic floodwave
They are coming over mankind
Thousand shadows threats and noises
In the primal womb of earth
Hear the screams of thousand voices
It's the day of evils birth
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this is the next century
and we live far beyond
killing people doesn't matter
a necessary means to an end
waiting for the final day a premonition of what will come
the clock counts of the seconds
at least there will be no retreat
a vision and a dream
it was now and had been
the focus of everything
you can't escape the deadly sting
you ride into the abyss
at a hundred miles an hour
now you have already reached the point of no return
this is your destiny
to protect the new invention
even if it costs your life
we'll be equal to our god
a vision and a dream...
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YOU MUST PLAN AND YOU MUST TRAIN
FOR THE BATTLE YOU DON'T WANT
TO DEFEND WHAT YOU LOVE
THAT'S HOW THE WAR BEGINS
PEACE IS IMPOSSIBLE
NO MATTER WHAT IT SEEMS
SOMEONE'S KILLING SOMEONE
EVEN IN YOUR DREAMS
YOU CAN'T GIVE THEM A REASON
YOU CAN'T TELL THEM THE TRUTH
THEY ARE SO CONVINCED
TO KNOW WHAT TO DO
PEOPLE ARE NOT VERY WISE
DON'T KNOW THEIR LIMITATIONS
DON'T KNOW WHAT DEATH MEANS
WHEN THEY PLAY THEIR DIRTY GAME
CHORUS:
SO WHEN YOU WALK AWAY
LEAVING THE KILLING FIELDS
YOU WILL BE SOON AWARE
WHAT YOU HAVE LOST
DON'T GIVE THEM A REASON
AND HER SCREAMS ARE GETTING LOUDER
WORDS: K. SCHMIDT
MUSIC: G. THOMAS
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Wounds of self-mutilation
Caused by religious fervor
A sacrifice of a child
To summoning the gods
A fortress in the dense woods
Called the temple of destruction
Jjust finished the preparations
To face the final day
Coloured rays of setting sun
Are covering everything
Like an oppressive blanket
Taking your breath away
See the eyes of the predators
Flickering with reflected gleams
Like an apocalyptic floodwave
They are coming over mankind
Thousand shadows threats and noises
In the primal womb of earth
Hear the screams of thousand voices
It's the day of evils birth
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Ride off into sunset
even in hours you won't reach
Seconds fade into infinity
where the parallels will meet
The clock strikes twelve
and nothing happens
Is it real or is it virtual?
The rhthym of the time
And the sun is burning
a black hole in my mind
while the earth is turning
Feels like I will go blind
DNA replication
the system's self-organized
A virus creates fear
there's nearly no protection
The clock strikes twelve
and nothing happens
Is it real or is it virtual?
The rhthym of the time
And the sun is burning
a black hole in my mind
while the earth is turning
Feels like I will go blind
People have a new religion
science is it called
A synonym for industry
a new god for the world
The clock strikes twelve
and nothing happens
Is it real or is it virtual?
The rhthym of the time
And the sun is burning
a black hole in my mind
while the earth is turning
Feels like I will go blind
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