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5. | Siberian Winter |
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I, I did you welcome
On earth, this maltreated place
Home, home of destruction
Facing insanities' trace
Money, money's the idol
The altar, holy icon of man
Facing the truth of a place you never should be
Here comes the warning, the warning you get for free
Welcome, welcome, welcome to hell
Demons' terror is waving its spell
Welcome, welcome, welcome to hell
Visions, nightmares are fit to tell, welcome to hell
Souls feeding the gear
Victims of obedient trust
Slaves working their ass off
Reward, to bite the dust
Say, saying farewell
To have to flee, rushing headlong fast
Facing the truth of a place you never should be
Here comes the warning, the warning you get for free
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Fighting on the TV, the trench war is on
The host is getting greedy, the viewers having fun
Kain is slaying Abel with words below the belt
Insult lives in the fable no truth would ever help
Hysteria is on
One day hero
Stripped down to the bone
Reduced to zero
Soulstrippers, triumph on high
Soulstrippers, truth and a lie
Soulstrippers, being a star
Soulstrippers, feathered and tarred
Fasten your seabelt for a heavy 'tour de force'
Where respect is never spelled, audacity sets the course
[Pre & Chorus...]
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Cold and rapacious we rule it all
The demon crushing your chest
We watch your despair, your struggle of life
We bet on who's coming best
Increasing our fortune, choking your breath
Living on our Cockaigne
We steal from the poor to feed on the rich
With caviar, diamonds, champagne
We are sucking your life and your blood
War, the bloody lucrative tool
To work on your doubts and fear
Gold, we sold our souls onto
The greedy and cold profiteer
Ruling the world with a stick and a carrot
Slavery's our believe
Juggle with intrigues, justice is blind
Never giving reprieve
Brothers in arms, your arm feels the needle
The poison injecting the fear
We render homage to the evil inside us
The demon, the cold profiteer
(Pre...)
(Chorus...)
We take what we get to get what it takes
To work on your doubts and fear
"Gimme the headline, I'll give you the war"
The greedy and cold profiteer
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In the crossfire between wrong or right
Caught the fine line between madness and pride
In the darkness when the light begins
All alone a stand has to be made
Putting in action what has been said
Proof it deeply proof it straight
In the end now the deuce must be paid
Don't try to run before you walk
You have to think before you talk
C'mon and open up your mind
Before the truth walks out of sight
All your life thru they teach you right from wrong
Can you trust 'em? Or is the truth yet gone?
In the darkness when the fight begins
Your soul's telling virtue from sin
(Chorus...)
Is the truth out there? Or is it still inside?
Who teach you wrong from right?
Who teach you dark from light? YOU!
All is one - one is all
Consideration the universal call
Try to find out which way is your heart
Is it peaceful or is it caught in dark?
(Chorus...)
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Getting loaded, the heat is on
A bomb exploded, I'm getting hun
The body's raging, well, I see red
No more caging, 'til the hunger's fed
-Words of thunder, storm breaks loose
Now, going under, no way to move
I'm a flash of lighting, cracking to the ground
The heat is melting, release is found
T.N.T. is the deepest part of me
Dynamite, the stuff to get it right
Detonator
I smash your mirror, saw the truth behind
Gone to zero, I'm not blind
Toxic terror, that's what you are
Insulting error has gone to far
(Pre & Chorus...)
Getting loaded, the heat is on
A bomb exploded, I'm getting hun
The body's raging, well, I see red
No more caging, 'til the hunger's fed
(Pre & Chorus...)
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Rising the flag on the masthead
The sails and the ropes' holding tight
The gunners are eager to fire
Well prepared for the fight
Fight, flee or surrender
Defeat you can't deny
Better give up in the first place
Or drown in the blink of an eye
Gold, jewels and diamonds
The price we'll have to claim
Noble rogues are standing
We'll never quit in the game
We gonna ride the sea, we pray to the wind and the glory
That's why we are raging wild and free
Come sing along with the pirate song
Hail to the wind, hooray to the glory
We're gonna fight 'til the battle's won
On the raging sea
No way to move your deadlocked
Nailed down by feu-eclair
Lead is carrying fire
Victory's noble and fair
(Pre & Chorus...)
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We are the riders, facing the storm
Conviction guides us taking the scorn
Denying the yes-man, never being the fool
Longing for freedom, our aim is true
We are so loaded holding the flame
Screaming in anger our rights to claim
Heeding our call
We are to proud we want it all
Never give in
Strong and proud we'll survive the grief
Scream and shout for what we believe
Tipping the scales never biting our tongue
Freedom is calling the heart of the young
[Pre...]
We are the riders, facing the storm
Conviction guides us taking the scorn
Denying the yes-man, never being the fool
Longing for freedom, our aim is true
[Pre & Chorus...]
Fist up high, freedom to defend
Dark to deny, unation stands
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War, termination's roar
Terminations roar on the battlefield
Soldier's trapped without a shield
Mordant air, carry death
Poisoning, choking breath
Massdestructive strategy
An evil plan of first degree
How perverts will be the end
We all will die by evil's hand
Sex, virus attacks
Virus attacks an soiling blood
Innocence, the evil's plague
Destructive generic code
'Tittytainments' overload
[Pre...]
Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror your heart's of blackest kind
Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror, the raw perverted mind
Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror, masskiller on the grind
Dr. Horror, Dr. Horror, a modern Frankenstain
What, what do you wanna be
What do you wanna be is a sacred slave
Obedient 'til the grave
The underling the brain insane
Dying in the painful flame
[Vers]
[Pre...]
[Pre & Chorus...]
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(T.E. Lawrence)
Born in England, religious raised
A hazy dream the world to face
Indifferent to joy and pain, no measuring
Never ending games
Ride, only ride on the wings of the desert storm (and your)
Pride, burning pride, its hunger's fed when yourself is gone
He tired to join the army then
He was denied, they had too much men
He studied then the ancient times
Digging up relics and signs
(Pre...)
Karkamish was where it all began
He joined on armies' service then
The Suez-Channel was to banned
(Pre...)
The ghost, the gallant rider on the edge of the desert storm
A miracle written in the sand, the desert plans for eternity
Feisal was the only chance
To join the tribes to cross Turkish plans
Aqaba was the mighty key
To end the siege to make them free
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"I will go if you will go to cross the deadly plains"
"I am here, the world to show what you are able to face"
The sand is grinding the face
Dust is clouding their trace
The sun burns out their mind
Slowly, like the sand rules the time
Wing of dark, vultures fly
The wind, the last battle cry
'Aqaba'
He lived his life of tragedy without a home
No place to flee
Distracted soul caught in its face, from the start
Without a chance
He tried to free Arabia from its siege
But he'd gone to far
He paid his price on the desert plains
He'd lost his soul, he'd lost his trace
(Pre & Chorus...)
The ghost the gallant soldier,
A splitted soul game with the wind
His mind was bound to the western world
His heart belongs to the desert plains eternally!
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(Bonus track)
Glaring lights are hot burning out the day
First riff to crack your bones, a treatment all the way
Bass is roaring low, pounding on your chest
Drums are hammering the band is hitting gas
Roaring sounds are high shaking all the ground
Tubes are running hot all systems getting loud
Firing, loudness, blasting through my bones
Spiritual, healing ceremony on its own
Gonna riding high I'm alive not dead
Gonna testify what my freedom's at
Powerride
Flames and flashes burst pyrotechnics high
Smoke and heat is on, sorrows gonna die
The crowd is "Running Wild" screaming to the top
Masses moving fast, bounding wild and hop
(Pre...)
Glaring lights are hot burning out the day
First riff to crack your bones, a treatment all the way
Bass is roaring low, pounding on your chest
Drums are hammering the band is hitting gas
(Pre & Chorus...)
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[Bonus track]
Faceless he was born the kind without a speech
Being invisible without a dream to reach
A schoolboy second-rate a toady all the way
He never fights for nothing, never goes astray
He never makes a stand a man of average size
Green suit, nothing -mind wearing average ties
Faceless drowning in grey, never been striking
Soulless the empty hull that was never fighting
Shapeless he was born, the man without a face
Never done right or wrong the man who's left no trace
No thoughts critical ever comes his way
Bundled unimportance what he does or say
Never been a benefactor coming off his shell
Never been a troublemaker character to spell
[Pre & Chorus...]
Hey what you're done with your life did you ever grow
A lock of character you never could say "no"
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