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Kaltland
Ein neuer morgen für dieses Land.
Das deutsche zeigt wieder Gesicht.
Ist auf den großen platz gerannt und schreit "wir sind das Volk. Und die da nicht."
Am Mittagstisch reden sie viel:
"Die sollen ersaufen im Mittelmeer "
Und die nicht lachen bleiben still.
"Wenn die das kapieren kommen sie nicht her"
Abendlicht in deinem Cafe.
Die Gabel kratzt am Porzellan.
Die Frau die an dem Fenster steht klopft und sagt : "dessau war Mord. Menschenbrand. Braune Flecken in den Ämtern im V Mann Land. Sie sagen Einzeltater doch gehen Hand in Hand.
Jahre später erzählst du deinem Kind
Eine heldengeschichte für den Schlaf.
Es fragt, wo denn die ganzen Helden sind? Wo doch so viele feige waren.
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Coldland
A new Dawn for this Country.
The German unveil their (true) Face.
They ran though the whole City and screamed: "we are The People, and These are not."
At Lunch they are talking a lot: "they Should drown in The sea!" The ones not laughing are Silent. "When they understand (what will happen to them ) they will stop Coming to us"
Sunset Light in your Coffee Shop.
The fork scratches on porcelain.
The woman outside Knocks and says: "Dessau was Murder. A burning of men."
Brown spots in The Agencies in this V Man Land.
They say Single Case but Walk Hand in Hand.
Years later you tell your Child.
A Story About Heroes for The Night.
The child asks where all the heroes are today, after so many have been cowards.
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I saw a man softly weeping last night
I asked him if everything was alright
He said that this world would be set aflame
And each and everyone of us is to blame
And on that day we met
He said his name was Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
I invoke thee
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
I invoke thee
I asked if he could make me a better man
He said that he could try, I took his hand
And then I saw hammers and sickles in the sky
And great big algiz runes in his eyes
Like Christ’s thunder perfect mind
Hail wisdom til the end of time
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
I invoke thee
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
Oh Baphomet oh Baphomet
I invoke thee
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Ol Fòrester - Los
05:46
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The Red Tibet - Duty
03:22
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Ashera - Rob The Rich
03:08
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It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
It’s okay to rob the rich, it’s okay to rob the rich.
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I ask myself every day:
'Am I wearing a mask for a play?
And is the mask of a girl or a boy?'
This agony gives me no joy.
It's a question of my heart:
'Shall I stay or should I restart?'
So many broken years,
so many needless tears.
As they call me to harm,
I'm bleeding from my arm.
Red like roses, these scars
will meet in falling stars.
I wear a masculine mask
and to wear it is quite a task,
for I am a lady beneath,
and soon I will unsheathe.
Shame and doubt plague my soul
and confusion takes its toll.
Trapped in my very own flesh,
what am I but a wretch?
I dressed as a girl when I was alone
as if I was to atone
for the dissonance in my mind.
How could I have been so blind?
Who I am I still can't tell,
but I know I'm climbing out of this hell
to live as the lady I was born to be:
winged, unconfined, boundless, and free.
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I cut myself in twain
I thought it would keep me safe
if I disowned
my own being
I thought if my lust were slain
that I could kill all the pain
of the memories of what they did
and all my buried shame
I will reclaim
the root of my broken spine
I will reclaim
and fuck and become femme
I will reclaim
liberation
What will it take
to realize my true shape?
To release the chokehold on my throat
that I was forced to make?
thought indelibly stained
I may yet be unchained
I must thrust myself back into myself
to begin again
I will reclaim
the root of my broken spine
I will reclaim
and fuck and become femme
I will reclaim
liberation
Ignite the flame
spirit untame
no more restrain
the truths of my being
Ignite the flame
spirit untame
no more restrain
the truths of our being
I will reclaim
the root of my broken spine
I will reclaim
and fuck and become femme
I will reclaim –
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Villains succeed, and heroes fall.
The Just lose to greed, and give up on it all.
Vices take the reigns, and apathy rules.
Steel calls to veins, the folly of fools.
We seek solace in dream, in the blood of the vine.
Gold loses its gleam, the stars cease to shine.
Hope is a spear driven deep in our side.
In failure and fear there's nowhere to hide.
The uncaring Truth, and the rigours of Life
have stolen our youth and drowned us in strife.
Heartache and sorrow, cut right to the bone,
We know that tomorrow we'll still be alone.
That future lies broken, scattered 'cross the floor.
Too many words left unspoken, time wasted wanting more.
Our suffering's confusing, No life left to spend.
This world, it is losing. We've come to the ende...
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Anhaga - Hearts Born New
04:30
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Hearts cry loud
Tears fall down
Wrapped in shroud
Raised from ground
Seas stir shores
Cold lands thaw
Hel calls for
One soul more
Old tales tell
Foes who fell
Wyrd did sell
Time's old spell
Dead souls flew
Green hills grew
Bones fall to
Hearts born new
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