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Fabricated Gods
04:39
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It won't be your messiah, it won't be your god
It won't be the prophet whose words you blindly trust
It won't be the rupture or divine wrath
It won't be any other fabricated lie
It's all ending before your eyes
No salvation, prayer's futile
Mankind's oldest trick, shifting the blame
Then praying for rescue when it all goes sideways
The world's ruin is in your hands
It's not some punishment from above
Time has come now to pay the bill
Don't look upwards, it's your own shit
Thoughts and prayers only do so much
As the reach of your made-up gods
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2. |
Anti-Hero Tights
03:44
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Be careful what you wish
You might just get it on your face
Justice ought to be ruthless
So give it some good thought
Before you summon me tonight
I don't play well with others
Always to the rescue
No innocents will die
Bad guys are finished
Burned by my laser sight
I just need one damn minute
To put on my anti-hero tights
Nothing sugarcoated
You get no comfort hugs
And no condescending talks
Call me whatever you want
As long as you understand
You're opening a can of worms
Be careful what you wish
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Nail
02:08
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Yeah I'm a selfish bastard human being
You're right to call me heartless too
I know I'm not the best of companies
But you're not someone I have to answer to
Every day, one more nail on my coffin
I look upon the day I die and I'm still laughing
I bide my time till time is right
Yeah vengeance's built inside my nature
I get high when you're all down
Your pain is there to feed my pleasure
So just fix one more nail on my coffin
And one fine day you find out life's all for nothing
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4. |
Count Me Out
04:35
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Just take a look inside my mind
See if I've got there any hope left
Just take a look inside my world
A constant free fall with no net
It's the dead end I see
In a damned world that reeks
That makes me want to grasp
On all that's left of me
Hey, don't wait up
I guess this is a train I'm missing
Yeah, just count me out
Being saved is not what I've been seeking
Just try to find a reason for me
And I will turn it back to vain
Just take my hand and feel the burning
The blood is boiling in my veins
It is the uselessness
In everything you preach
That would make me a fool
If I hoped or believed
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Channeling Hatred
05:29
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Wretched souls wash out to your shores
Fleeing from a hell of their own
Weighing their life or death
Against your inherited wealth
Ignorantly, moronicly
Spitting bile and putrid ash
Sick egotism mistaken for love
Including your own among the elite
Blind to what you'll finally reap
Ignorantly, moronicly
Channeling hatred
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6. |
Hate Speech
02:37
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Spare me your endless whining
About your lost privileges
You're calling oppression
Your threatened entitlement
Your cries for so-called liberation
Are no call for revolution
It is only hate speech
Twisted sense of supremacy
In wars you see a solution
While you keep on invoking
The democracy you shit on
Cherishing your basic rights
At the same time burning witches
"Apolitical" genocide
Among your deepest wishes
Noone needs your hate speech
Fuck you and your hate speech
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7. |
Free from Sin
04:23
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Spray all around with wet grass
Hang the drawing upon your wall
Bake and eat the holy pie
So then everything is known
Humbly kiss the wooden statue
Bow to the severed rotten hand
Take a sip of tainted wine
And a small piece of the bread
Hellfire to the heathens
Damnation upon their kin
We are the chosen people
Free from all idols and sin
Wear the eye around your neck
Always carry your lucky charm
Watch for all those with a look
That can leave you sick and damned
Imaginary demons
Exorcized with stones and sticks
Slaves of superstition
But otherwise free from sin
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Ungatz
02:51
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It was destined to hit you
Just around the corner
Nothing you can do
Just obey the order
It comes from inside you
Sabotaging its own
Till it kills its own host
It grows and grows and grows and grows
No mysterious ways in which it works
You are no center in any world
It doesn't happen for a reason
It doesn't have to make sense
The only sense you will be making
Is in your own grave's dirt
Maybe karma caught up
With your sly practices
Maybe heaven is missing
A few more angels
It's all going according
To the great masterplan
For we're all but pawns
Thy will be done
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9. |
Black Right Hands
08:46
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Beyond the village lights
Each night be sure to gripe
Tight in your palm the ring
Blackened in May's fire
Oh hear the tinker's pot
With the names of dirt's gods
Wherein's summoned the fever
That breathes with the frost
The hands shall remain black
The stone bridge workers
The warning, they didn't obey
"You shall not sit to rest
Under the fig tree's cursed shade"
They woke up into the night
Right fingers paralyzed
Like they had been worked
Inside the Devil's own fire
Through the small fire
Within the bridge's base
A huge hand moves and pounds
In the innards of the earth
Your salvation lies
With the wandering black man
Who shepherds his huge florins
And makes the Old Ones shake
The florins, they are nurtured
By creatures behind mirrors
That left the hand behind
On to the graves they're due for
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Kemerov Serres, Greece
Death 'n' roll from Serres, Greece
est.2013
lineup 2018-today:
Matt
Karampalios - voice
Spiros Diamantidis - bass
Tasos Diamantidis - drums
Giorgos Lezkidis - guitar
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