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Pay With Our Blood
05:37
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Rise up, break free from the chains.
Liberty's impossible where chaos reigns.
Belief is the only thing holding us down,
As we bow before the earthly crown.
The religion of authority, normalizing slavery,
Obeying like a dog's what we call bravery.
They're the traitors keeping us confined,
Slaves shooting slaves who step out of line.
The mindless followers bleed as their bowels meet the sand. Another gravestone rises, but to what end? They're sick in the head, spiritually dead, propagating endless bloodshed.
They fell from the sky,
Built their kingdom on the ground.
And it's a good thing to lie,
When your world's upside down.
How many more have to die,
Bleed out in the mud?
We will fight for what's right,
And pay with our blood.
Why is it so hard to see,
Those under different flags are not the real enemy.
Sold as debt-slaves before we were born.
Cremation of care, morality torn.
Our destiny they try to seal behind closed doors,
Where the psychopaths dwell, indulged in their gore.
Their time will come, when the payment comes due. In the end all that survives is the pure and the good. Black blood will soak the soil and we'll harvest the fruits.
They fell from the sky,
Built their kingdom on the ground.
It's a good thing to lie,
When the world's upside down.
How many more have to die,
Bleed out in the mud?
We'll fight for what's right,
And pay with our blood.
Fire rains from the sky,
Flames run down our faces.
Our burning eyes,
Gaze over hellish places.
This ancient lie,
The seed of all hatred.
Must finally die,
And make way for the sacred.
We will crawl from the mud,
And pay with our blood.
They fell from the sky, (so far they fell)
Built their kingdom on the ground.
It's a good thing to lie, (we must break the spell)
When the world's upside down.
How many more have to die, (our weapon is life)
Bleed out in the mud?
We'll fight for what's right, (we'll end this strife)
And pay with our blood.
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2. |
Drowning
06:58
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3. |
Waking Nightmare
03:59
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I don't know what to feel,
But it feels like I'm going under.
How does it feel?
Like going through hell.
I'm in a nightmare that has come alive.
Why can't I wake up? Why can't this be a dream?
Where did you go?
Is it my fault?
I would do anything to have you back.
'Cause you were my hero,
You were my icon.
You were the one who changed my life.
How must I go on without you? No!
Now I see flashes of the past right before my eyes, this can't be real.
I don't know what to feel,
But it feels like I'm going under.
How does it feel?
Like going through hell.
Waves of despair crash on the shoreline of my mind.
And my heart is tearing apart.
Now it's just me and a million questions for the rest of my fucking life.
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Light bleeds through the clouds,
In darkness telling a tale.
Of a better tomorrow, a life beyond sorrow,
A light that cannot fail.
Promise shimmers through,
Forms a lining of gold.
Unsure what to do,
After its story has been told.
Into obscurity, still burning.
A light shrouded in darkness,
And hellhounds in between.
The urge to go so far,
Burns stronger than the light that I have seen.
I must wade through the lands of the dead.
Their claws reaching for my head.
With every step I take my feet sink deeper in the mud.
I'd turn around and go home if I could.
The smell of rot and dreams no more grows stronger as the daylight fades.
Loneliness would be a salvation, I'm plagued by yesterday's shades.
A light shrouded in darkness,
And hellhounds in between.
The urge to go so far,
Burns stronger than the light that I have seen.
Salvation within damnation,
Promised land beyond the sea.
I see a newly formed star,
Just wanting to be free.
God was with me but in this place the unholyness rules strong.
What am I doing in this hell?
This is not the place where I belong.
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5. |
Winter
06:23
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Leaves are falling,
Without a sound.
Frozen still,
Before they hit the ground.
Like yesterday's aspirations,
To which we no longer commit.
Whispers of desperation,
Dreams blown away by the wind.
Ghosts made of snow,
Guide me down the road.
To where they used to grow,
To where we swore our oath.
I fear for I know,
There's truth in what they showed.
Lying there alone,
On the ice-covered stones.
Winter takes shape,
A black and white ceremony.
Playing broken tapes,
Of my fading memories.
In a state of trance,
I watch them perform their dance.
Like waves retreating from the shore,
My eyes have seen these motions before.
And just as slowly as they arose,
The images begin to show cracks.
Like those lost in the shadows,
Playing their final acts.
Winter takes shape,
A black and white ceremony.
Playing broken tapes,
Of my fading memories.
A circle now broken,
That our voices once kept whole.
But words unspoken,
Made us lose control.
I know I cannot stay,
To watch this play for one soul to see.
So I wish away,
These images of you and me.
Winter takes shape,
A black and white ceremony.
Playing broken tapes,
Of my fading memories.
A circle now broken,
That our voices once kept whole.
But words unspoken,
Made us lose control.
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Eternalice Zwolle, Netherlands
Heavy Post-Hardcore / Melodic Metal band from Zwolle, NL.
Band members:
Nick Diepenbroek - Lead
vocals
Ferrence Rosier - Lead guitar / Backing vocals
Levi Lindeboom - Rythm guitar
Robin Zinger - Bass / Backing vocals
Ben van Manen - Drums
... more
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