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2020.12.25.

The ghost of our nation is returning

Our desires were denied
Sin and pleasure
Our prophecies came true
Mud and blood
 
For freedom, sacrifice is waiting
Eternal suffering
Our uprising creates contempt
Autumn and Winter
 
The light from the deep is spewing out onto us
The light appears from the deep
The ghost of our nation is returning
Our nation is returning
 
From a violent storm
Attacks us
A maddened crowd
Which knows no prayer
A sinful thirst for power
A dagger in the heart
Our high walls made from our flesh
Are reaching towards the sky
 
2020.12.03.

On the wings of ashes

A faithless world
Is destroying itself
You believe yourself to be alive
But while imprisoned
During the winter of your pain
On it's melting ice
The light of your essence
Is resting, allowed to live
 
On wings of ashes it's revived
The endless
The eons of time
Brings the flame
 
Tortured by agony
It's burning your feet
The soul is spinning
A dark web
You sense hope
At the end of your journey
Row to the shore
Fly with the wind
 
2019.04.04.

The Lord of the Armies

The blood spawned
sin after sin,
the poison of our flesh.
Weapons are
asking for
ancient blood.
The embers of
wars
still burn in our hearts.
The lord of armies
ready for battle
is calling.
There is no peace
a bloodless dawn
is burning.
So many hearts
spilled blood
in vain.
On the grave
of tyrants
a dead angel.
The lords of
the armies
is calling again.
Come at night!
Revolution!
Come with the blood!
The blood is dark.
Get ready for battle!
Your fate is the battle.
Our banner is the night.
Come at night!
Revolution!
Come with the blood!
The blood is dark.
Get read for battle!
Your fate is the battle.
Our banner is the night.
 
The words of a new death
are beckoning
an ancient massacre.
The night is burning
above the ruins
of cites.
On the graves
of battlefields
there are no headstones.
The chatter of weapons
are the
flush of dawn.
There is no peace
a bloodless dawn
is burning.
So many hearts
spilled blood
in vain.
On the grave
of tyrants
a dead angel.
The lords of
the armies
is calling again.
Come at night!
Revolution!
Come with the blood!
The blood is dark.
Get ready for battle!
Your fate is the battle.
Our banner is the night.
Come at night!
Revolution!
Come with the blood!
The blood is dark.
Get read for battle!
Your fate is the battle.
Our banner is the night.
Come at night!
Revolution!
Come with the blood!
The blood is dark.
Get read for battle!
Your fate is the battle.
Our banner is the night.
Come at night!
Revolution!
Come with the blood!
The blood is dark.
Get read for battle!
Your fate is the battle.
Our banner is the night.
 
Roar, revolution!
Roar, revolution!
Roar, revolution!
Roar, revolution!