Neaera - Armamentarium lyrics
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Tracks 01. Spearheading The Spawn
02. Tools Of Greed 03. Armamentarium 04. Synergy 05. Harbringer 06. In Loss 07. The Orphaning 08. The Escape From Escapism 09. Mutiny Of Untamed Minds 10. The Need For Pain 11. Liberation 01. Spearheading The Spawn
The world's eyes are getting sore
A boot in humanity's face This camp makes your country a target even more A sacrifice (on the altar) of security The side-effects of your selfish deeds Grew bigger than what you tried to defeat By fighting terror with these means Your enemies only unite and increase Suicide, torture, hunger-strike Can't prevent you from your path Arrogant monopoly of being right Privilege of the powerful and hurt Praising the war on terror A great recruitment trigger It all comes back to you You reap the wind you sew Sow wind - reap storm Sow wind - reap storm Praising the war on terror A great recruitment trigger It all comes back to you You reap the wind you sew Spearheading the spawn 02. Tools Of Greed
We are the weeping mass
Born into emptiness Abandoned in the center of your disregard Tempted by hope to escape from despair Naivity led us To fall for your charms Spirits numb with fear These voices laugh no more Whispers to deafened ears These crying eyes are sore Blinded by the light of your false illusions We walked in vicious circles Into our doom From a place where nothing is at ease We pray for the aftermath As we dwell in perpetual gloom We are the ruling class Your woeful unexistence Is the essence of our lies We turn your hopes to chaos... We turn your hopes to chaos With blind precision We dissect your minds Your loss is our gain You are tools of our greed We turn your seconds to hours We sacrifice your empty shells To our false gods Helplessly devoured Spirits numb with fear These voices laugh no more Whispers to deafened ears These crying eyes are sore 03. Armamentarium
Fit out for the dangers of our century
It's not the time to disarm Arm against social decay Anonymity, decadence, neglect Armamentarium Get armed against the poison The antidote is almost under way Armamentarium Get armed against the poison The antidote is almost under way Get armed against social cutback Unemployment, divide Arm against social terror It creeps through the veil of democracy Get armed against withdrawal Only offense will survive Only offense will survive Beware of depression Your soul shall be a palace Get armed against yourself The roots are always within Armamentarium Get armed against the poison The antidote is almost under way Armamentarium Get armed against the poison The antidote is almost under way Armamentarium Get armed against the poison The antidote is almost under way 04. Synergy
This is for the fragile and weak
Serenades of the yearning This is for the strong and ambitious Anthems of power and pride Tunes for the burning inside Pouring oil in your fire We stand in tranquillizing flames Kill the quiet with the storm and the storm with the quiet Quenching the ordinary pains In the quiet ablaze This is for the angry and pissed The sound of denial made flesh This is for the scarred and withdrawn: Build bridges instead of walls! A shell of swords and knives Protects the core inside Tracks from the womb of life Bring angels and demons to light Tunes from the depths of our hearts You pour the oil in the fire We stand in tranquillizing flames Kill the quiet with the storm and the storm with the quiet Quenching the ordinary pains In the quiet ablaze In the quiet ablaze In the quiet ablaze 05. Harbringer
Inside this infant shell
I prematurely came of age A childhood's remnants For nightmares of abysmal suffering I carried the burden To the edges of my soul To spread the tale for those Who are forced to scream without a mouth Who are forced to scream without a mouth You thousands, you millions Behold the sound of my voice You children of children Remember the sound of my voice Harbinger of the past Keeper of a better tomorrow? Harbinger of the past Keeper of a better tomorrow? My eyes have gazed into a vortex of brutality From the undertow I surfaced and was washed ashore I am an orphan, yet a child to all my memories I am alone Yet there are so many more Like me One of millions Descended into chaos Victims of minds infected With all consuming hate With all consuming hate You thousands, you millions Behold the sound of my voice You children of children Remember the sound of my voice Harbinger of the past Keeper of a better tomorrow? Harbinger of the past Keeper of a better tomorrow? The rain of all these tears Has cleansed my mind of anger It has erased the urge To retaliate Remember the sound of my voice Remember the sound of my voice 06. In Loss
The tree grows sturdy
The rock withstands the raging floods Fate wields the axe Turns the tide that will one day Cause the stone to break Inside this painful dissonance I commend myself to dark oblivion Petrified and crippled Petrified and crippled My safe harbour lies in ruins A life never to be lived Joy never to be felt Laughter never to be heard again Never to be healed again Estranged and marked by loss I lash out at the unreachable Disposable creature Denying the uncomfortable Your soul will never cease to pulse inside me My safe harbour lies in ruins A life never to be lived Joy never to be felt Laughter never to be heard again 07. The Orphaning
Storm and sea
Punish us piece by piece But world economy must grow If we drown, we drown in luxury But world economy must grow Why should we save lives we'll never meet? Why should we not destroy? Why should we not destroy ourselves? Orphaning the future - orphaning ourselves The change we cause Will slowly destroy your tiny world And you have nothing to stay You're helpless Consumed We're dancing to the end on volcanoes Screaming pantomimes in our ears At night, we set our beds ablaze Orphaning the future - orphaning ourselves Why should we save lives we'll never meet? Why should we not destroy? Why should we not destroy ourselves? Orphaning the future - orphaning ourselves We're dancing to the end on volcanoes Screaming pantomimes in our ears At night, we set our beds ablaze Orphaning the future - orphaning ourselves 08. The Escape From Escapism
I have been thinking the wrong thoughts
Misread the signs Walking on false paths I misjudged life I was chanting the wrong songs Too deaf to hear Playing nostalgic tunes Anywhere, but here Anywhere, but here Anywhere You can't get the right answers When you're asking the wrong questions Following familiar tracks Is seldom the best Strength is not how high you can climb But how you cope when you bounce We are all in the gutter But some of us are looking at the stars Don't let the past Reign you forever Strength is not how high you can climb But how you cope when you bounce We are all in the gutter But some of us are looking at the stars 09. Mutiny Of Untamed Minds
I am the breeder of my fear
Apathy is my tender liar Immerged in leeches pond Cowardice the disgraceful vice Paralyzed by barking jaws Hurricanes become a whisper Claws of the powerful Enchain angry raised fists Widower of my delusion With disobedient flesh I refuse to gorge The bowels of decay Afraid to bow down again In the dungeon of submission They flagellate rebellious hearts Close mutiny of untamed minds Where boldness will be first mate Widower of my delusion With disobedient flesh I refuse to gorge The bowels of decay 10. The Need For Pain
Your curse the inner demons
Condemn all that aches What you thought would kill you Also keeps you alive and breathing Don't deny your inner demons Don't try to kill them away Make use of your passion and pain Grief, melancholy Sources divine to creativity Grief, melancholy Sources divine to creativity This life is just a fragment of a dream What would drive us if we were complete? The desire anchored inside Is haunting, but makes you tick and move What has died in you that must be resurrected? What has died in you that must yet be buried? That must yet be buried Some things you simply cannot tame The need for pain Sometimes you simply cannot tame The need for pain This life is just a fragment of a dream What would drive us if we were complete? The desire anchored inside Is haunting, but makes you tick and move 11. Liberation
The house, the storm
Feather and tar Art, existence The house, the storm Feather and tar Art, existence The flower in the sewer The days of mourn are pass All sorrow aside I finally arrived In a realm I thought not be true Here I dwell forever Eternal ease Found a lotus in the sewer A lake for the sword No longer sick of shining No longer scared of burning Grand, imperial peace I left the wretched The scarred despise all grief Antagonism Grand, imperial peace I left the wretched The scarred despise all grief Antagonism obsolete The world has silenced The voices are gone I made oil my water And dust my air Found relief, salvation Quit the downward spiral Sad years, bygone Future - the brightest white Grand, imperial peace I left the wretched The scarred despise all grief Antagonism Grand, imperial peace I left the wretched The scarred despise all grief Antagonism obsolete Antagonism obsolete The house, the storm Feather and tar Art, existence The flower in the sewer |