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Ties
02:29
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The old world will fall
And the ashes will feed us all
A dawn without a blood red sky
The old world will fall
And the ashes will feed us all
This is how the oppressor dies
These ties that bind are not divine
Burn the halls and burn the shrines
This is the birth of a new age
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2. |
Heed the Will
01:23
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Impure heart.
Rot from the start.
You pilfer,
And take what you want.
No respite,
No respite to offer.
You pillage
And take from the lost.
Our leader,
The ghost of days gone.
The lingering pain of the past and whats wrong.
Plunderer.
The untouchable one.
Your greed knows no end, you'll take til all's gone.
Heed the will of those left,
And the wishes of the dead,
You will pay for for your debts,
And the waste of of this land.
Change is here.
Heed the will.
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3. |
No Love
03:52
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Crushed
By the weight of my own thoughts,
Stuck in this prison
At my own cost.
The story carries on.
The social ruin, the moral decay,
The perfect picture of the world, that we live in today,
We cant look out anymore,
So we build up our walls
And the lives that we live will continue,
to haunt us all.
Damages mount.
When will we find a way?
Another day decays.
We're living a lie,
But its true for some,
Stuck in the cycle of strife.
Excluded
Mistreated
Downtrodden
Defeated
For the poor and the weak
There is no love
Under the devil's peak
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4. |
Crumbling Pillar
02:28
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Feel the earth it will shake
In the wake of the ills of men.
Yes the pillars will fall
The leaders and the flags torn and broken,
Yet pillaging all.
Still we're following blindly,
We're living in a world where we're scared to wake again.
And now the voices are sounding out,
But the message is misguided, and nothing's gonna change.
Im hollow here.
Im haunted by the thought of another life again.
Feel the earth it will shake.
Im haunted by the thought of another life again.
Piss on the grave
Of this cold, dead nation.
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Nothing
02:52
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Always looking to the days when the rot shows.
Always waiting for another door to close.
Made up fears.
Wasted years.
Utter madness has shown itself in this life.
We waded in the horror,
The agony manifest.
And in your mind where the ill thoughts billow,
No one wants to hear.
No vindication.
No seeking revenge.
No end to the suffering.
It all repeats in the end.
But then my world stops turning,
Another day in a downward spin.
When my world stops turning,
I found I felt nothing.
Nothing.
No vindication.
No seeking revenge.
No retribution.
Not even offense.
Just nothing.
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Peasant Cape Town, South Africa
Hardcore from Cape Town, South Africa.
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