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a long forgotten glory
Down in good old ancient Crete,
Where true lovers meet.


Instrumental Solo 


The first year was just passing by when Mary realised

Someone murmurs, frozen in place
Decline will inevitably come
Prayers are accompanied by mournful cries
A world on the brink of decline
Lost amidst

Fuck
These trees are conscious yet absent of speech
Mutated beings that absorb the disease
Contaminated soil of manufactured poison
Depletes

thirst and hunger
Lightning and thunder
Blessed be the peacemakers
Rise over the undertakers
Ride by drive by in a car
We no want no war
Whe di plan drop

Blinded by freedom we're
Bleeding out in tears
Blood of the traitors will treat fertile soil
Mud from which later we'll greet crops unspoiled
Waited for

on the daily, with her power and her beauty,
The order and the chaos that appears as if by magic,
In the water and the air, her kindness and her cruelty. 
cll her

THIS VAULT

Endless aeons passing by
Twilights shadowing the flight
Reflected in my reams of phials

Endless aeons passing by
Twilights shadowing

the moment, run for the bay
If you stay then you'll be murdered by moonlight
Suffer emotion, silence is key
If you cry then you'll be murdered by moonlight

to deceive themselves
Picture seems good but reality is blurred
Presidents hide the shames and lies behind their smiles
World is painted by weapons, bosses

signaling the coming of death

Comprised by torture and dictating the means of necrophilic consummation, a death with the seed / Return the sacred, return

of the wealthiest nourishment man can find
The fields are blanketed by the most gorgeous choice
Treasures of gold and possessions of elegance
All pale to the vibrancy

This nameless potted specimen
Appears about to die
Perhaps the wilted browning stem
Thank God it cannot cry
Is starving for a richer soil
Or just

to reshape
Patterns abused by the sons and the rage

Father forgive me, Father forgive me, Father
Father forgive me, sober and blind
Spirit was rich, soil was

(…Cinematic Shit..)

VERSE 1
Story narrated ..by me… why me.. try me.. gri- me.. untimely bound by pain.. un tie me.. snakes are slimy.. slick talker

this state of mind
Where I am not confined
Finding myself at last
Not imprisoned by the past

Your journey's just begun
Backlit by the rising sun
I know

feeling bout his murdered family
By a loyal army

He plays it passionately with the tune he borrowed from Marley
He mentions soils of gold
Now shattered by

of steel
The rising pressure you will feel
Can we see what lies beyond
Our God almightys terrorfund

Rolling wheels tears up the soil
Leaving someone's blood

a hold of all momentum
Colliding with all macrocosms
Echoing out from all material planes
Calculated by the perfect shape
Made by a sporadic momentum

take words
Put in my mouth chew'em up spit'em out
cnd they come out colder than the arctic soil
Holdin frosty verses iceman like I give a damn
Five seven

this life,
Abandoned by gods, Pandora's fate lays, lays within these lands

To the pillars, we seek a portal to a plain
We gaze, into the eyes

They're gone, they can't be found
The soil that I lay with isn't comforting
The maggots that I stay with eat away at me
The visitors are leaving, muffled by

From the depths of the murk
Hollow screeches will plague the sky

Blotting out the flaming sun
The rise of war by the merciless horde
Sweeping

fucking southside
Blacking out really hitting my stride
While I'm sitting on a bar stool
At Jekyll and Hyde
I'm getting heckle all the time
By my fickle

want me to cook when I'm boiled
See I'd rather give to an enemy, at least they keep it real from the soil
Do it by my lonely if I have to (if I have to)