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[HEAVEN SHALL BURN]
Once risen from the dark centuries
With inflamed hearts and noble minds
Now driven by a vision of the glowing world
And lighted nations in freedom
Now blinded, chained and strangled
Thrown into a dungeon of corruption
Our fathers wisdom lies
Mercenaries in a war against ourselves
Petitioning dastardly idols
And following a godless savior
Puppets of consumption unlearned creating
A mendacious wealth secured by silent slaves
Inane parents, mistead children raised to soldiers...
Mercenaries in war against ourselves
A waste of precious blood and dignity
Petitioning dastardly idols
And following a godless savior
We let them come to power
Unless we unleash enlightment!
An ancient dogma builds new kingdoms
Unless we unleash enligtment!
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No one will shed a tear
With frozen souls and darkened eyes
We're marching to the point of no return
No sorrow strong enough to tear apart our bleeding hearts
Not searching for a peace in heaven
No one will ever shed a tear
With my hands raised to the sky
We will not wait for someone to decide
Our sober minds will face this barren truth
Not longing for distant paradise
This is the final levy from bleeding hands
They will receive the final stroke from dying voices
They will hear the curse we whisper
While marching forward without intermission
And tearing down the halls of the extorioner
Not searching for a peace in heaven
No one will ever shed a tear
With my hands raised to the sky
We will not wait for someone to decide
Our sober minds will face this barren truth
Not longing for distant paradise
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[Dedicated to Primo Levi (1919-1987) – lyrics are the poem as a preface to the book under the same title of Primo Levi ]
You who live safe in your warm houses
You who find returning in the evening
Hot food and friendly faces
Consider if this is a man:
Who works in the mud?
Who does not know peace?
Who fights for a scrap of bread?
Who dies because of a yes or a no?
Consider if this is a woman
Without hair and without name
With no more strength to remember
her eyes empty and her womb cold
Like a frog in winter
Meditate that this came about:
I commend these words to you
Carve them in your hearts
At home, in the street
Going to bed, rising
Repeat them to your children
Or may your house fall apart
May illness impede you
May your children turn their faces from you
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[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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[Endstand cover]
I've had enough of your lies
Now it's the time to make it stop
Spreading false propaganda how your race is clean
How can you be so stupid? Colour doesn't mean a fucking thing
Now we're ready to fight for everyone's right
To live without fear getting attacked by you
Baldheaded assholes this we won't tolerate
It's time to put end to this fucking hate
Destroy fascism!
Antifascist action now...
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