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Path To Redemption
03:38
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Residue Of Souls
06:34
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Demonize the man with the demon eyes
Arm the hand that feeds the hungry head’s mouth
Jail the mailman, a senseless sacrifice
While the sender sends his lies of what’s left inside
A call for a wall to surround them all
Built of brass and glass to outlast the rotten past
We all fall to the thrall and embrace the trawl
Set out to hunt the political outcast
This is the sound of the residue of souls
These are the echoes of the stories untold
Stones that grind the gears of machines turn into dust
Like sand that tears the eyes that lie behind the crust
Spun around like a top by the top that’s turned
Against the face that has become the base of this case
A thousand years in jail with every match burned
Crack the whips and set the pace for your blunt slaves
This is the sound of the residue of souls
These are the echoes of the stories untold
Stones that grind the gears of machines turn into dust
Like sand that tears the eyes that lie behind the crust
Greedy hands that slap the child, set it straight
And bring it back to justice, this is the right way
(we cannot rely on your weak morals
they need setting straight, a steady hand, a strong hand
And all you can hear is bong smoke
It drowns out every other sound)
It’s about what feels right
It’s about what seems right
It’s about what tips the scales back to order
Stones that grind the gears of machines turn into dust
Like sand that tears the eyes that lie behind the crust
Greedy hands that slap the child, set it straight
And bring it back to justice, this is the right way
Born to worship the wrong shade of green
A sense of rightness blows hard from the right
Taught to torpidly follow the wrong kind of dream
Follow the smoke signals into the night
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3. |
Jackal
05:28
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Rise!
Walk tall, yes, rise!
Rise,
for you are right!
Am I the father, of a murdered child?
Or am I the enemy who fights against your sacred Reich?
Have I found my purpose, when you took it all?
Maybe I’m the remedy for us a virus did befall?
Leaving my colors behind
Will there be anything making me blind?
Fight!
This is right!
I’ll come to hurt you, cuz I am the foe
Better get the drop on me, you better tell them what you know
Cuz in the end we’re soldiers, bred to do as we’re told
And if you are a patriot, better cheer when you hear them armors roll
You have picked a good side
Cuz if you’re decent, you know what is right
When I take off my colors, leave them behind
There will be nothing to make me blind
We’ll come to get you
War!
I pray for blood
You pray to God
I pray to my gods that you're praying to yours
Charging towards each other no questions asked
You know you have picked a good side
Cuz if you’re decent, you know what is right
When I take my colors off, leave them behind
There will be nothing making me blind
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4. |
Seven To Eight
05:21
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Nothing less than a three-headed dragon
Smiling at me
Lets in the sky as it floats thru the window
Geryon the eel
Yeah it takes me home
As it glides past silently
Cross the chasm to the far side of heaven
Where clouds are thick and they take me in
When nothing seems so tangible
Grab it with your hands
Twice the size if possible
Until you understand
The fraud is shrouded by the waterfall from seven
We fall to eight
Stare into eyes in the honest face of a man
Lying to me
Three bodies glide between the circles in darkness
Hold on to what seems real to you
To cross the river and to prove you’re immortal
Complete the tasks and then let them know
When nothing seems so tangible
Grab it with your hands
Twice the size if possible
Until you understand
Carried on scaly wings
Soaring through time and space
Fiery death and violent birth
Life itself shrieks of lust
Chaos floods the veins of all
And nothing becomes everything
Geryon
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5. |
The Unholy Noise
05:49
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You crave the horror of the ancient myths
Even more (even more) than their simplicitiy
The stuff of legends that can't be reasoned with
Comfortably axiomatic, the only truth there is
(cutting through the cold of night
this hellish sound promises to bring the light)
I see the torch on the horizon
In the wind it's buring straight
The fire's bright it's almost blinding
And thou shall not be afraid
It's the unholy noise!
You try to force yourself upon me
And me upon you, but I don't need it
You try to see me but I elude your searching gaze
Dismantle yourself and just believe in it
I see the torch on the horizon
In the wind it's burning straight
The fire's bright it's almost blinding
And thou shall not be afraid
It's the unholy noise!
Drag yourself out of the mud
That's the godly advice I offer you
I cannot grant divine asylum
From what you insist to bring with you
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6. |
I Refuse
05:13
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I refuse to be the very man
Who is stuck where it all began
Revel in demons all my life
Struggling to hold on, on to the light
As a weak man, terror is my war
While your war is your terror, it’s bizarre
So when the world you know turns into burning dust
All you need to know is how to last
It is a reason good enough to kill
It’s not the price that counts - it’s who pays the bill
As a poor man, terror is my war
Your rich man’s war is our terror, so bizarre
One of me and two of them
Said the stone facing the birds
Since the early days of man
We feel alive only when it hurts
And I feel like I’m holding on too tight
Cuz I know you’re not alive
But I feel that something’s gonna give
If I die tonight, you’re gonna live
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