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01 Migdol Bavel
02:18
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02 Sky's Falling Down
03:18
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Water began to fall drop to drop to increase its mass hour by hour,
clouds from gray to black changed,
charging the earth while the water rise.
River increase the energy filling everything it meet.
Smashing people like meat,
crushing cars in melting steel.
Throwing all to a big round square,
whispers of death come to us,
Human!
We are crushed like insects,
defenslessman.
Some waits,
other escape through their destiny,
they're all frightened,
they're all dead!
City underwater,
matter waits to exit.
Rivers still cleaning,
bringing us theyr mud.
Brown trash rising from underground,
the angels rise up covers.
Dirt still around and it covers your heart,
tension still rising until water returns,
waiting for the next catastrophe.
Do you learn something about nature?
All targets in your life,
must persevere without indecision,
no other way to choose!
Remember death,
you're next in line.
Remeber life,
the cure of dying!
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3. |
03 Early Years Of War
02:11
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All these days of suffering,
slaves from the northern usurpers,
now keep your heads up!
I see stream of blood flowing behind me,
created by the war factory.
Remember our father of unity.
No one can blame disaster since 1860.
Our country was built on streams of blood.
Fifty thousand of southern people were sacrificed.
The worst racism was justified,
but italianshave to regard the flag,
when some priests defend their thieves!
Northern troops arrived,
(they) don't have any slaves but corpses.
Blood, blood, blood on the mountains.
These are the colonis of death.
Ride on the mountain...
To defend our country against the northern invaders,
there's only one way to be,
this is the soul to fight against "unity".
I don't blame any violence,
where every soldier doesen't careabout civilians,
where every man has forgotten his past,
one-hundred and fifty years of bullshit!
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04 Nature Rules
03:31
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Future is mine and I am Hers,
Please give me a chance and let me die,
headache is the start for another day,
solution is to get your feet moving,
and get to work as quick as you can.
There are many things to do in this world,
nature still waits for us,
or leaves the lie for self destruction,
polluting,
raining,
destruction,
falling,
crumbling,
striking,
nothing,
nature rules!
Nothing come back to nature,
don't try to dominate her,
she gave us human life,
controlled cause and effect,
teaching us a better way to live,
and everyone has something to give,
for ourselves,
our girls,
for our sons?
Remeber (there's) no time to waste,
try to make it better,
every time together,
construct something to make it,
we can choose to take it,
lonely the hardest way.
Around there are sharks,
always waiting for us,
to eat us out of instinct and nothing remains,
for you!
Still watch how our earth fights for herself,
helping her in silence is the only way,
she must burn inside,
she could close our eyes!
Question of time,
to sell another lie on another religious murder,
another body dies,
we must learn to protect her life,
we must learn to protect us twice,
there's an effort that we must remember,
reuse recycle for this life 'cuz there's no time in the next.
Nature is ours and we are hers.
Please give me the chance to believe this god.
Trees must be the columns of our church,
ground will surround us for the next life.
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I see reason act to devastate,
tyranny is made up for oil,
these people have no fear of guns,
no respect for the leader,
there's no respect for life,
the traitor is aming us,
old man, tall, no hair,
regret ideas and mocking the masses.
Everything turns around and remains,
people around have no dreams,
no fever in belief this way of life,
no future in trying to dig the fund.
After reaching your target there's only death,
this ignorance has no choice but perhaps it will have enough time.
We will always be too late,
have no other chance,
or will death take our bodies before?
I don't belive there's another world,
between my life and your god.
Paradise is just another lie,
to wait for something that never comes.
Where's you tail,
where's your leaders and slaves with whom to have a deal,
escape from fire?
Try to follow your leader or you'll become a liar.
You must wait in your country,
don't be afraid,
the bombs comes in to burn your land,
this world needs war,
to take the blame,
the wounds burn like salted gunshot.
Meanwhile,
I continued to see wewapons factories.
Meanwhile,
we continue to produce bombs.
Meanwhile,
we continue to arms their arms.
Meanwhile,
we make their blood flow.
Our voices becoming whispers compare the power of their screams.
Our races becoming unfitted if we stand listening.
Our indignationstill rise up.
Our souls are going step by step.
Only to live thiss feelings togheter,
'cuz this battle is to remembered.
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06 Begonia Rex
02:59
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Glazing obscurity,
old friend of mine,
crouched on one side,
come and rape my mind,
inside my open cage,
yeah i know,
the door is open,
the chasm is wide open.
Oxygen's over,
now cabon monoxide,
is making me breath and drink,
and smile and fuck and work,
on a couch,
on a sidewalk,
on the stage,
numb arms,
numb legs.
"Yes Massa,
I forgot who I am,
am I doin' it right?
You've won,
don't beat me while I'm trying to doin' it right.
Who I was?
Doesn't matter,
still alive,
still blind,
and still trying to doin' it right"
Bless me, Massa, bless me
Bless me, Massa, bless me
Bless me, Massa, bless me
In the name of my breed,
in the name of my fellowship,
in the name of the faggot,
in the name of my open cage.
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7. |
07 Antico Istinto
01:41
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Ogni fottuto giorno senza nessuna speranza,
vago attraverso nubi di antico odio.
Nessuna soluzione,
anime senza meta,
dei che si nutrono di umane speranze.
Logici pensieri,
è più facile morire che vivere,
nessuna soluzione.
Pensare a occhi incatenati,
che assistono a mari immensi di falsa fede,
solo per vagare ancora senza vita,
con lucida follia.
vedo luci accecanti,
mi soddisfa pensare,
di potermi ricongiungere,
all'antico istinto,
vivere per amare.
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8. |
08 Hidden Curses
03:28
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We are the lawyers on the roller coaster,
we give birth chains, chewing hypocrisy pills,
never be ashamed of the meanest fire,
by wich we purify our fears.
It's a race to the carnage that we sell to our neighbours,
It's a throw of scapegoats toward the goal of indifference.
instinct is buried under the crawlers of feverish conscience,
enraptured by the radiance of our reflex in the swamp of the vanities.
Now we puke nomadic feelings,
smearing the voids, painted by beginners.
We are the sowers of terror and crosses on our ruins,
we pretend interest to the weight of our slavery,
but we don't want to know where to turn the look.
Emperors of idiots, acrobats, guards and thieves,
we make sure with the tail of the eye,
our black hole survives.
It's only the end, don't be afraid,
was just a stupid dream, but don't wake up.
If present doesn't want to come back,
we will declare war to the past.
We condemn the fate, we continue the walk.
Doubling the wage is well know,
who will never shuffle the cards?
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09 Slaves
05:50
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She: "You have a candid gold, confusin'!
I: "if I had you near, could I kiss you?"
She: "I know that you try to feel all the girls!"
...Slave.
Against that fucking mentality:
who wants to narrow my mindclose to my city.
Who wants to put some ego of babies,
and put them at the centre of attention.
I don't care,
there are many problems greater than this,
which we could care about.
Me.. versus.. gossip!
There's a chief who wants to keep us in this lovely conscience?
Are you able to sacrifice yourself for an answer for a stranger.
Hold in this concrete cell!
Made by your familywith your father,
constructed by fucking church and the fucking pope,
follow the nepotism of the military,
enriching to the point nothingness,
this fucking hell.
Earth gives us holy rain,
clean this land,
fill dry ground,
fill their mouths.
For those who have nothing to do but talk,
would you listen to a rich man who stole all your souls for convenience.
Now he has nothing 'cuz he had sold his debt,
they have sold a promise and there's nothing less,
they have sold a promise and there's nothing to give.
We remain here to experiment,
fill us with gold.
She doesn't mind the future,
I don't mind the pain.
Here's my fortune,
we are left untamed.
She doesn't mind the future,
I don't mind the pain.
Feel confusing in this world of nothing,
our value has become nothing.
Some are waiting for disaster which could crush their houses.
No one could pay for our broken dreams,
no jesus can save us now,
no drugs can enlighten now.
Wake up and face reality,
death give us another chance.
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10. |
10 Dreams
04:23
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Majak Genoa, Italy
I Majak nascono nel gennaio 2010 dalle ceneri degli Effetto Larsen e dall'unione di questi con Alby, cantante dei Protected
by the local mafia.
I Majak uniscono un sound massiccio e potente,ritmiche schizofreniche e profondamente instabili e un cantato molto particolare...
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