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01/28/2008 |
1. | Awoken (instrumental) |
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13. | Equinox (instrumental) |
14. | Atonement (instrumental) |
* | No One Will Shed A Tear (Japan bonus track) |
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Nothing, just nothing
nothing will wipe this heart out
and no one, just no one will break this frontline
We are, we are, we are the fighting ones
We are, we are the, we are the final resistance
we're fighting to the last
driven by your hate awoken us
No long we surrender
a storm will break the silence
this storm will break the silence
Nothing, just nothing, nothing will wipe this heart out
We are, we are the, we are the final resistance
this vengeance is justice and justice will be done
your end is our triumph and the day will come
a reign of terror, an life of horror, nothing will remain
a promise to the fallen, we'll make them feel our pain
a promise to the felons, you'll never rise again
we'll take it back,
we'll take it all back
we'll take it back,
we'll take it all back
This vengeance is justice
And justice will be done
Your hate has so betrayed us
Everyday we come
A promise to the fallen
We make them feel our pain
A promise to the felons
You'll never rise again
Nothing, just nothing, nothing will wipe this heart out
And no one, just no one, no one will break this frontline
We are, we are, we are the fighting ones
We are, we are the, we are the final resistance.
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their shadows burnt into the walls
so many lives reduced to ashes
so many homes razed to the ground
a shine like from a thousands suns
betrayed by their proud leaders
and executed by atrocious enemies
so many homes, so many lives
a silent sense of guilt should rise
a thousand books all full with with vindications
simple explanations and coloured declarations
where silent sense of guilt should rise
but a victor's story cannot lie
one modest truth they teach their children
again, a victor's story, it cannot lie
see these branded generations
hear, their bells are tolling
hear, hear them calling
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irresponsible and unreflecting
displacing human sense into the afterworld
running after faint beliefs, where you just have to fell
conceive suspicion, distrust your faith
degeneration, dislocation and always hunting for the ones to lead you
no aspiration, no ambition
(Refrain)
the one you hope for, the one you wait for
lies in a long forgotten tomb
condemned and murdered
revealed and tortured
we have killed him, you and I
endless drifting with the stream
and there will be no way to solace
we've raised ourselves to gods
we drank the seas and wiped away horizons
just everything we loved has bled to death by our own knives
a deed, thats just too great for us
there is no atonement
and no forgiveness there will be
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forlorn skies
their blank eyes stare into a forlorn sky
disgraceful figures stumble through the mists
sons of their nations, lost generation
a tragedy beyond imagination
burnt by the sun, drowned in the rain
buried alive in this cold, scorched earth
(Refrain)
no glory left to find
they all have met their demons
they all have stopped to cry
we're dying for no reason
forlorn skies
we're dying for no reason
the day they marched into the abyss
wantonness and confidence anffended us
and flowers blazoned our doom
we lost our dreams
these withered hearts are waiting for the end
those who will return, will never leave this hell again
a merciless horizon does not promise any hope
father versus father
brother against brother
a tomb for all humanity
(Refrain)
no glory left to find
they all have met their demons
they all have stopped to cry
we're dying for no reason
forlorn skies
we're dying for no reason
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these darkened days and restless nights
are assign by like never ending years
what is left for me to keep me bearing
up against this pain
buried deep inside my soul
all that's left are my memories
these pictures of unworried days
but no one's there to save my legacy
it will just perish, fade with me
no one awaits me, nothing diverts me
this withered body is no empty shell
a dying ember
there is my god to carry me
but in this world, I needed you
no one awaits me, nothing diverts me
this withered body is no empty shell
and my bright eyes still realize your apathy
my heart beats strong, it still beats strong
there is my god to carry me
but in this world, I needed you
What is left for me to keep bearing up against this pain
there is no god to ease this pain
nothing to live for
nothing to fight for
and emptiness fills my days
all my hope, a dying ember
just promise me to hold my hand
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golden domes and massive towers
false icons, show their perfect smiles
all joy and benefactions, they give it with a smile
big hearted deeds and wise words
they donate it all with pleasure
wise words of advice
you should pay the price
insignia of doubtful unions
an untruth factory, the Jesus industry
a preacher in a palace, deriding Luther's fight
jugglers rise to icons, fiddles play ingsaints
selling hope and warship mammon
blindness, fear, delusion - their intrinity
as you have paid the price, welcome to paradise
insignia of doubtful unions
an untruth factory, the Jesus industry
disbelievers, greed and wastage
Joel is gonna burn in hell
these disbelievers in a preacher's suit
success and happines they sell
accountants save your soul
as you have paid the price, welcome to paradise
I don't know about all sins and sinners
but Joel's gonna burn in hell
insignia of doubtful unions
an untruth factory, the Jesus industry
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a nation reborn
reborn into a new world
waken from the dark eras
ruins of an insane dream still cast their shadows
and demons from the past still walk among us
an age that bore no heroes
no answers to the few who raised their questions
just like a poison, silence killed the truth
a quest for resistance
you're searching for an easy truth
but you betrayed them, they could not trust you
as you marched in lines and circles
as you held your flags up high
they had no where to run to
your heroes, they could not dare not trust you
but the courage you're reclaiming, it died a bitter death with them
no one here and no one there, no one heard them calling
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When I'm in this state of mind,
I'm wishing I was blind,
Sometimes life is more than pain to me
I feel the power of my grief,
Death would be such a relief,
All the secrets that I hide would die with me
Depression is my only friend,
Will this torture never end?
Let me carry on to dreamer's sky
I keep crying in my dreams,
Can you hear my endless screams?
When I fade away, I fade away...
This fluid on my cheek,
It drains me, I get weak
My heart is cold and bleak
Black blood, black tears.
Black tears, black tears.
Life is like a masquerade,
In dept to myself, but I can't pay,
Soon I'll call it all a day, away
I never felt what you call guilt,
I still believe "Do what thou wilt",
My sorrow will destroy the world I've built
This fluid on my cheek,
It drains me, I get weak
My heart is cold and bleak
Black blood, black tears.
Black tears, black tears.
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for years we hide in blackness,
we have to sink into oblivion
this agony of fear absorbs my thinking
this anguish suffocates my souls
I saw countless acts of treason
once this heart was filled with force and comfort
but now there is nothing anymore
the home I knew has crumbled into dust
I know so many of these ruins
I watch it burn, my fatherland
to blood red skies I pray
impatiently I wait, I'm waiting for the end
as I hail the bombs of my saviours
as I'm craving for these sirens wailing
to leave this cell to cross the night
as they crawl into their bunkers
as they hide away and shake with fear
at least I dare to raise my eyes and whisper
I fill my lungs with life again
walking empty streets and orphaned quartiers
a shine like daylight in the light
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they walked and walk among us
and carry on their vileconvictions
education is prevention
this is our struggle, this is our strife
we took just a fight
we were saved and accepted this endeavour
to open eyes, enforce memento, to awake remembrance
it did nit start with carnage
demolition of all human rights
against all lies
and versus their oblivion
there will be justice, despite all unconcern
we will find them, for all this apathy
against all lies we seek for justice
we seek for justice not revenge
no one will stop us, nothing they can do
blunt trueness will be told
and we will make it heard
against all lies
we'll make them face their felony
against all lies
they will meet responsibility
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you all have seen the suffering
you all knew it, you all know it
but your eyes lie to your heart
morality corrupted and profit conducted
born in a factory
cold steel machineries
and driven by this greed - you're breeding this disease
infected by this deadness - you're breeding this disease
but I will not accept your carelessness
mass production - mass destruction
you will face relentless changes!
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[HEAVEN SHALL BURN]
[Merauder cover]
I am the Lord, your God, kneel before me and pray
Forbidden acts of evil forced upon people in different ways
Suffering children preyed upon by the man in black
Through the years you look the other way
Here lies the victim of a vicious attack
It’s the downfall of Christ
You see him nailed to the cross
It’s the downfall of Christ
Betrayed by all of us
If only you will forget I am the one you called
Suppression of a different kind, as you die you call for your God
Seeing me as I bleed before you, you’ll be the one to cry
Looking down the roads towards a miracle
My God, he cannot save my life
It’s the downfall of Christ
You see him nailed to the cross
It’s the downfall of Christ
Betrayed by all of us
Sinners - benevolence is not in your soul
(Our) healers - temptation has led you astray
Judas - using religion for war
Pestilents (persuasion) – it’s their holy holocaust
Centuries of merauders fighting in the name of their gods
People dying everyday, hell has opened it’s doors
Manipulation for murder, crucified on the cross
Revel in victims blood, revival of their religious wars
It’s the downfall of Christ
You see him nailed to the cross
It’s the downfall of Christ
Betrayed by all of us
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