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Plagued
A vast disease, spread throughout the land. An eternal wasteland, sin is not banned. Sores of grief, blisters of pain. A world of corruption, where Satan does reign.
Caged With A Gun
20 hours, 96 days, 3 years. We were like fire. And burnt in a rush. . My eyes are open. And I know that I will die. My eyes are open now. I know one day you will, too.
Stillborn
I sit upon. An ornamented throne. In front of those. Who celebrate I'm gone. My eyes of glass. Witness the twisted mass. They dance in joy. I'm ignorance's toy.
The Echoes Of Thought
Feel the wish of the thought to break through,. break through every hindrance,. like the soul longs to live for ever.. The walking continues now slowly now fast.
New World Machine
I feel I'm becoming mechanized. . I feel I'm becoming mechanized. World spinning before me made computerized. . Separate from soul. Giving up control.
Mayday
Countdown to zero, ignition. Warning. Rising in smoke, glowing fire. . Thrusting into the sky of the morning. Warning. All system down. . Mayday. Mayday.
Perverse Policies
Once a nation, twice the decadence. A brood of vipers, waiting at the door. Laissez-faire-ism echoes, lustful delight. Telling us we must have more, is this right?.
Britta
Now that we don't pay much attention. To what goes up or must come down. We decided not to follow. Apart from that we just don't care. . From a decent crowded journey.
Slave Master
Urge takes over will. Consciousness entombed. That what makes you strong. Becomes your greatness weakness. . Slave Master. Slave Master. . Pleasure in oblivion.
The Cold Grip Of Terror
I carry a longing, a yearning stronger than words can tell... I carry my sword, my emblem of victory,. in this chaos I flourish.... I believe. My dream is the loveliest dream..
No Exceptions
Hanging on the CROSS the price was paid. Blood shed for remission of sins. You don't care well that's too bad. There will be a price to pay. HE'S the living GOD.
Self Destruction
State of dependence, Chemical Womb. Artificial euphoria, is life in a tomb. . [chorus]. Self destruction. Insane. Life collapsing. In Pain. . Deterioration, flesh weakening.
Masque Of The Red Death
The pain lingers on beyond these castle walls. The red death is taking them all. While the king and his court dance the night away at the masquerade. The hour of midnight grows near.
Reflections Upon The Distress And Agony Of Faith
If you respect yourself and worry about your soul you know you. must live a stricter and more retired life than even a virgin in a. maiden's bower. It is true that there are those who need to be.
Another Lesson In Pain
So we're equal but we're not the same. What I look for you'd just throw away. Down with the water to the river to the shore. I cannot take this anymore.
Scapegoat
[Music & Lyrics: Reisenegger]. . Mocked Insane Marginal man. Mirror of your lowest drive. Antichrist. I carry the weight I am denial of your life. . Scapegoat.
Misrepresented Representation
Honesty is dealt a fatal blow. Mislead by governments false conduct. Trapped in confusion. Open your eyes, and see the truth. False authorization. Mistaken for standards with false appeal.
March To Glory
[Instrumental]. . [Music: Arranged by J. Drenning, J. Lords]. [Originally written and recorded by: Enya]. . ["It is not the critic who counts, nor the one who points out how the strong person stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to those who are actually in the arena; whose faces are marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strive valiantly; who err and come up short again and again; who know the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, and spend themselves in a worthy cause, who at the best know in the end the triumph of high achievement; and who are at the worst, if failing, at least fail while daring greatly; so that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." - Theodore Roosevelt].
Path Of Pain
But suddenly I felt. His arms around me. At last He had come. The Son of Man spoke to me:. "You..." the voice came, "beloved one". He raised me up. And walked before me.
Savagery
Grotesque show. Of sadism and pain. War rages. The world has gone insane. Desperation. Prime time entertainment. Inhuman plague. No words can explain.
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