Old prophet's land -a battlefield
Of non-believers in a violent rage
A declaration of human rights a pretext
For maintenance of a new world order
Above all written laws a growth concept
Created by the patriot of the civilized world
Rearmament -Welfare state
Disarmament - Non-member state
Free market economy a consequence
Of military needs -loss of lives
Human rights activists political pawn in a game
Nothing Can they do without state subsidies
A gift of today's world
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us
Production at any price
Admiration of those who earn
With blood on their hands
We will never learn
A gift of today's world
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us

There is a net under the ice
With a thousand knots tied
And unchecked amount of slime
Hanging down
There is a burbot on the net
Into the mesh he has put his head
Now struggling for his life
Entangling more and more
And there is a fisherman on the ice
Drilling a hole with sweat and blood
Trying to draw the net above
The icy surface
But even though how hard he pulls
The net won't budge
Under the ice the net has stuck
With thousand knots into the ground
With frustration and despair in his mind he decides
To fight to the bitter end with all his strength
But with his latest wrench
The net will tear to shreds
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge
With frustration and despair in his mind he decides
To fight to the bitter end with all his strength
But with his latest wrench
The net will tear to shreds
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge

You take a frog's eye and give it to a man
Pleased with your cyborg proudly you stand
This glorious madness that is not in gods hands
Makes you believe you're all powerful
This inhumane robot
Becomes a heathen god
Will be idolized and takes all control
Spreads over the planet and infects us all
With this evil act the main race will be
And too late resisted by you or by me
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned Insanity
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned Insanity
Cloned Insanity
Cloned by you and by me
Cloned Insanity
Cloned by you and by me
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned Insanity
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned Insanity
Cloned Insanity
Cloned by you and by me
Cloned Insanity
Cloned by you and by me
This inhumane robot
Becomes a heathen god

I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart
The spirit within
I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle
But have found none
So I need a deeper dive:
With the screws on my lips
I am falling down
Into the king's sea
Feel the rope winding in me
And feel the touch
Of oblivion
Now I'm floating
There is no way out, diving deeper down
In my memories
All the losses and all the minor joys
With affectation
This rope around me tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am?
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again
Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep
In my own whirlpool
And the fear of sobering up
Is lurking around
But the rope around me tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am?
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again

Thoughts of hope in the minds of those whose
Lives are on decline
A thousand lies told them with bright eyes
And believed without doubts of employment
Now it's time to think very positive
Deny all the evil things
Hah, right time to face this reality
Take all the pain
Coming with me - Bird of ill omen
Living in me - Bird of ill omen
Bird of ill omen
Purity behind the mask of innocence
Weakness of this world
Blind-eyed fools will never rise from unfairness
Until they'll join the Good!
Coming with me - Bird of ill omen
Living in me - Bird of ill omen
Bird of ill omen
The carrier of the crown of thorns
Hides behind a dollar smile
And will judge the Poor!
So let's throw away all our useless hope
Nothing will ever change!
Hah, right time to face this reality
Take all the pain
Coming with me - Bird of ill omen
Living in me - Bird of ill omen
Bird of ill omen

Things move when I'm not watching them
They have their own will
And I don't even feel insane
Because I know I'm ill
I know there is an eye and I'm under observation
I am a marked man got some information
Governments use millions for supervision
Global message interception
Satellite receivers of Echelon system
Carnivore technique for digital control
It is said that terror lives behind the wall of privacy
But what do the rights really mean in our society?
Finger prints, personal I.D, credit card, database
A paradox of privacy
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Eyes of god, secret crimes, causality, reckoning day
A paradox of humanity
A paradox of humanity
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all

I've chosen my way of life I'll drink my every coin
And even if I'm broken I'll drink my homemade moonshine
Until it is all in my head and I will meet my fellows
Those who creep around at nights and will not allow me
To be acceptable, to be respectable, to be normal,
To be a decent man
But I'm neurotic, I am vehement, I am withdrawn,
A psychotic man
Unsuccesful, hesitant
Tordah!
Tordah!
Don't have much lifetime left the rest I'll spend in deep
Tordah!
Don't have much lifetime left the rest I'll spend in deep
Tordah!
And with all my fellows we will take our place on the bottom
We will gather in your neighborhood to reach our destination
We will drink our past, we'll drink our future for you my friend
So, that you'll have a fixed point, a point of comparison
To be acceptable, to be respectable, to be normal,
To be a decent man
But I'm neurotic, I am vehement, I am withdrawn,
A psychotic man
Unsuccesful, hesitant
Tordah!
Tordah!
Don't have much lifetime left the rest I'll spend in deep
Tordah!
Don't have much lifetime left the rest I'll spend in deep
Tordah!

In the middle of nowhere
Where the wild spruces grow
Stands a man with his chainsaw
Gloomy thoughts in his mind
Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn
A million blocks of wood, no payment before
What a hell did I do wrong to deserve this trade
Feels like I'm a marionette, an errand boy, a slave
But I never give up
I will never give up
Gnawing bones, muscle cramps, backache
Coldness, warmth, heavy rains, mosquitos
And this goddamn saw that will never work
But with a madman's eyes I carry on, nothing they can do
A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A man with mystery
A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A man with mystery

I thought I knew who you were
But I didn't know myself
Didn't see the things hidden
In my hollowness
Didn't peep round the curtain
Of your exterior
And the crack turned into an edge
That opens between
Listen to the wind singing in the grass, my love
As you lay yourself down to rest
Listen to the cry of the river in autumn cold, my dear
Before I close the gates deep down inside
You were
Moon of my nights
Moon of my nights
Those secrets that I revealed
Buried in icy bosom
Those words that I've spoken
Taken by the dawn
The strings that were connected
Separated parts left
Read are the rhymes of story
Of the endless poet
Listen to the wind singing in the grass, my love
As you lay yourself down to rest
Listen to the cry of the river in autumn cold, my dear
Before I close gates deep down inside
You were the moon of my nights
And you know you were the moon of my nights
Moon of my nights
You were
Moon of my nights
Moon of my nights
Moon of my nights
Moon of my nights