…and through my tears I saw a dawning sun
Through fire and dust - springs early morn
Through my tears and my blood, I saw a dawning sun
A blushing horizon of springs early morn

Vanquished foes underneath our feet
Upon our brow the victor's wreath
They which destroy the earth; destroyed be thee!
You will suffer defeat upon defeat upon defeat upon defeat

Forward! Into the Light!

Join the ranks of proud tradition
A march thats been under way
For thousands of years

Forward, in perpetual rebellion!
Which was, and is, and is to come
Glory and honour to that which liveth for ever and ever!
Out of the shadows and into the light
Once again!

You can not evoke it, you can not miss it
You have nothing to fear
Revolution is an ongoing everlasting process

You are the harrower, soldiering on
Through muddy fields and acres of stone
Towards the burning horizon

Yes, victory is daunting and power is mistrustful
But inevitable above all!

Have you heard the bells that are ringing?
Did you hear the trumpets sound?
The multitudes are on the march!
Prepare to respond, not if, but when, your name is called!

Only with patience and faith
Can the Marked be overturned
Sword can not slay them, chain can not hold them
And human flesh is not for burning

Judgment is upon them nonetheless!
As the rivers are overflowing
Like a strange tide, and four angels
from the four corners of the earth said:

What does your God desire?
What does your master demand?
His lands are endless, when you have naught, so
Why is there a whip in his outstretched hand?

Burn the records of the creditor!

The creditor wept at the sight of it all
As multitudes marched over rivers shore
Untethered from ignorance, unchained from their toil
A raging wildfire flaring up through the soil

Let the Wicked show us the way!
Who borrows, but pays not again!
And smite the Righteous’ mercyful institutions
And gifts of bondage and persecution

Locusts, on you! A murderer is what you are!

Surely I can not be held accountable for my father and his father before him?

Then tell me - from where, then, comes your wealth?

I can assure you - I am not a thief and I am no robber!

That is not enough; when you keep for yourself that which was created for all -
day in and day out you slay those that could have thrived on your abundance

Be certain that you will find nothing but sweat and tears
When you sift through the rubble and the scattered coins from your overthrown tables


The creditor points to a mountain of spoils from far away lands, from another man's toil:
“Look what I have bestowed upon you!”

The debtors retort comes swift like a sword:
“By gifts one makes slaves and by whips one makes dogs; who owes who becomes who owns who”

Slaves go to sleep knowing when morning comes
They will rattle their fetters in unison, accompanied by the trumpets call

Again, again, again and again the hammer will fall
We’re made of flesh stronger than steel, and these chains are old

The slaves went to rest with hands worked to the bone,
from tearing and ripping on chains bloody from days of dust and stone
Flesh, nails and teeth against iron forged,
but when morning comes their work will be of another sort

O, Revenge and Rage!
O, Day of Wrath!
O, Retribution!
We´re here for your demise -
not our absolution

From our breast our sense of pride was torn
They said it was holy to endure!
But by the lashes of the whip a dream was born
We will be the honourable thrall no more

By our lungs the trumpets sound
we are gathered here before the Throne
Not to bow in genuflexion
But in honour of Eve's first transgression!

We´re not here to be absolved
Nor to sigh before the Throne
Ignorant to what the Book will find
We cry REJOICE! The End is nigh!

Lo! the Judge from heaven descends
Greeted with spears and torches aflame
Day of wrath and doom impending
both Book and Throne in ashes ending

There will come a time
When the last soldier is buried with the last gun
And the last mine is disarmed
As the dust settles from the last bomb

When fortress and citadel are empty
And the wild beasts of the desert shall lie within
Owls shall dwell there, Satyrs shall dance there
Jackals will howl in their desolate palaces

And by sword and by pen
We will bring it to end

Flakes of ash
Flakes of ash like a snowfall

And the wild beasts of the islands
shall cry in their desolate houses
The day will come, yes, the day will come
When we sow in the ashes of the world that once was

Because fire walks beside us
Like an old and treasured friend
The birds and the flowers of spring and of summer
Will come again

We do not answer to bones in the ground
We only answer to the wind and the sky

Smoke from flesh, dust from bone
One hundred oxen upon the pyre
One thousand stomachs empty
Madness will crave it's tribute in human spirit and soul

Ashes unto the wind

Putrid dirt, decrepit filth
An overwhelming stench of decay
From layers of human waste
Blood, sweat and tears washed down the gutter
Fowl fall dead from an overcast sky
before our eyes

The landfill is hungry

Heavy stone upon heavy stone upon heavy stone upon clay
Watch it crumble

Heavy stone upon heavy stone upon heavy stone upon clay
Behold the temple fall and slide into unforgiving waters

So cut loose your SACRIFICIAL lambs
Put out the pyre
Conserve your sweat and tears
Noone is cleansed by a market in corpses

Here come the ships with wares to put on the fire
Oblations - once blood of beast, now sweat of man
We pay our tithe in discarded debris

From ancient graveyards we extracted life
Barrel upon barrel of primordial soup of a new and incendiary kind

We conjured up an eternal summer from a force stronger than a thousand slaves
And we danced and we laughed in the light from the graveyards

On former pastures was thousand-fold factories that catered for a swifter life
Vast fields of resilient crops and effective remedies for the plagues of the new silk roads

But what grows in exhausted soil and plastic ashes?

As we marched under a scorching artificial sun,
guided and blinded by a seemingly eternal daylight,
we chased the night away, REJOICE and JUBILEE!
But who would be there to greet the dawn,
when the sun rose, 'next morning?

Then came the Maxim Gun with jade and spice for everyone.
Tiger tanks patrolled both sides, so that everyone felt safe

The lungs of creation struggled for breath in invisible gas and smoke
As trolley upon trolley filled with loot made its way up north

In the warmth we multiplied and reveled in our merchandise

As she told the story I could almost see
the faces of the once-people that came before me
They were so colourful and odd; so curious and sad,
but proud, and they sang:

Hand in hand towards Armageddon we go
One for one, and all for all
Through conjured up deserts and the nuclear snow
Hand in hand towards Armageddon we go

The once thundering asphalt rivers are now silent
A strange noise cuts through the night, a dying fire
The iron trail still plods away, outside palaces past
No white lines in the sky no more but you can see the stars

Emancipated - shackle-less but in bondage still
Oathbound - tainted by ancestral sin
Oathbreaker - chaos will be your legacy!
Chaos, and only chaos, will you bring

What beautiful chaos it was!
What delightful disarray!
What majestic confusion!
It was divine pandemonium

A wondrous turmoil
Lo and Behold! The day is here!
Songs of praise, songs of joy
The final jubilee!

Say the kings of old:
Heed our warning, mark our words
It echoed from beyond:
Your days are numbered, this day is cursed

Yes! We are doomed to power
We are destined for victory
Condemned to dominance - sentenced to prevail
Cursed with the task of stewardship
Over the rubble you left behind

Ordained in the cloth of righteousness
By the secular powers that be
All twelve tribes, all seven crowns
Came together in unison

From their mouth an old song in a new shroud
Not sword, not fire, not horn, not whip
But a clean and open hand!

Ἀλληλούϊα!
No gods has sent their grace upon us
Ἀλληλούϊα!
We have burdened ourselves with our own providence


Let the air raid sirens sound
Not for war, but in ἀλληλούϊα!

Let the trumpets sound
Ἀφέσεως σημασία!

Let the air raid siren sound!
Not for war, but inἀλληλούϊα!

Let it all come down!
Ἀφέσεως σημασία!