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Masqueradors of Fraud
02:40
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And You! Priests, Archbishops
criminal curates of the people
hysterical crows of the colony
bathing the lord's sword on the
blood of sheep
you yourselves drink the
tears of a mutilated christ
you go on diverting the
coins of the craftsman
you drink to man
overshadowing him
damning him forever
you abandon him in the
middle of the street
shattered, with a stone of terror
sunken in his soul
on the day of judgement
you will be called into account
and that day is everyday
every hour in these lands
which you martyrize relentlessly
exploiting them
wasting them slowly until they ulcerate
may you be damned by nature
you have betrayed the
native land a million times
shrouded inheritances
in the smoke of insult
and still with the
foaming mouth of the prophet
you smile and cry out
to the sky and the bankers
never any mercy for you
never any mercy for you
assassins of the light
amputators of pity
masqueraders of fraud
manufacturers of sin
there won't be any mercy for you
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Thieves Of Life
03:09
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From the chimneys
of the arms factories
rises smoke
those who would take the sustenance
from the table
teach contentment
those who eat their fill speak to the hungry
of wonderful times to come
those for whom the contribution is destined
demand sacrifice
their words - public monuments
demented speech woven with reason
and the dark sound made when dying
is erased by the rising shouts of victory
those who lead man
into this abyss
speak of the need for strong leaders
ruling's to difficult for ordinary men
when the leaders speak of peace
everyone knows that war is coming
when the leaders curse war, hunger, death
mobilization orders have already been written out
and the dark sound made when dying
is erased by the rising shouts of victory
the same leaders repeat;
peace and war are of different substance
but their peace and their war
are like wind and like storm
war grows from peace
like son from his mother
he bears the same distorted features
when they speak of peace
know that war is coming
when they curse war, hunger, death
they are heading into this abyss
eagles of war
gluttonous vultures
their war kills
whatever their peace has left over
when it comes to marching many do not know
that their enemy is marching at their head
the voice that gives them the orders is the enemy`s voice
and the man who speaks of the enemy is the enemy himself
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Privileged Morality
03:04
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I shall die, but that is all I shall do for Death
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall
I hear the clatter on the barn floor
he is in haste
he has business in the north, east, south and west
many calls this morning
but I will not hold the bridle
while he cinches on the girth
he may mount by himself
I will not give him a leg up
though he flick my shoulders with his whip
I will not tell him which way the fox ran
with his hoof on my breast
I will not tell him where
the boy hides in the swamp
I shall die, but that is all I shall do for Death
I am not on his payroll
I will not tell him the whereabouts of comrades
nor of enemies either
the siren wail, and the screaming
houses brought to their knees in the dust
towers crack, facades spat out, and the hurricanes
drone of the engines
contempt - drained blood
war wasted peoples
historical decadence colonial disaster
abysses of debt that become heritage
we hawk a philanthropy that kills to kill all pain
War is no longer declared, only continued
The monstrous has become everyday
the `hero` stays away from battle
there is no front
yes, we shall die
and that is not all we shall do for death
We hear him leading his horse out of the stall
we hear the clatter on the barn floor
he is in haste
he has business in the north, east, south and west
and we may not hold the bridle
but he will mount by himself
we do naught to stop him
and instead turn away.
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Levelling Dust
04:32
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Music and lyrics by Marduk
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