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"Lass mich nie meinen"
You tell me that it isn’t so, I tell you that it is so
Fuck you
Lass mich nie wollen
Meinen
Lass mich nie weinen
Lass mich nie meinen
It is so, it is so
Is it so? Is it so?
Meinen
Lass mich nie meinen
"Never let me (have my opinion)"
You tell me that it isn’t so, I tell you that it is so
Fuck you
Never let me want
Mine
Let me never cry
Never let (me have) my opinion
It is so! it is so!
Is it so? Is it so?
Mean(ing)
Never let (me have) my opinion
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Hey Nazi zombie go back to your grave
Pick the final solution, c'mon be so brave
Follow your leader, shoot off your head
Fill your empty skull with a hot piece of lead
Do you get it?
Do you get it?
Do you get the point?
Fill the gap between your ears
with a hollow point
Hey little shit your time has come
It's time for you and all the fascist scum
Follow your leader, hang upside down
Put a rope around your neck and go with a frown
Do you get it?
Do you get it?
Do you get the point?
Fill the gap between your ears
with a hollow point
You are bound to be smashed
every time you emerge from the swamp
Rest in shit asshole
you won’t be missed.
Do you get it?
Do you get it?
Do you get the point?
Fill the gap between your ears
with a hollow point
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How much time do we have? 5 years?
How much time do we have, maybe a hundred years?
Will comets fall, from the sky above, like tears?
Is it gonna be one of our usual fears?
Will we ever see the story of our pitiful end?
Will it be majestic, will it cleanse our fears?
Will it be just stupid, a human mistake?
Or has already started and we just play dump?
Sin and sin and sin
Drain all the resources, spill all the water
Further expand your knowledge, till you reach zero hour
We pray for science fiction
That we may never see
The expiration date
Maybe is close
In a blink of an eye everything becomes light. Or nothing.
We are nothing but a grain of sand in an endless beach
Magnificent achievements swept away
By the tidal wave of Armageddon
We pray for science fiction
That we may never see
The expiration date
Maybe is close
Prophecies to scare little children
Hatch our fears through all our lives
Exorcising bigger questions
Never let us free
Everything is destined to end
And it makes me tremble, I cannot find rest
I just watch the world crumble before my eyes
And I pray that this is all a bad dream
Everything is destined to end
And it makes me tremble, I cannot find rest
The world changes in a second of time
So check in your calendar your own demise
We pray for science fiction
That we may never see
The expiration date
Maybe is close
Prophecies to scare little children
Hatch our fears through all our lives
Exorcising bigger questions
Never let us free
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Gazing towards our monstrosity
Our subtle truth beyond curiosity
Fading Away
Words float astray
Challenging futilely our body and will
Masturbating before a utopian thrill
Numb and calm, hedonic capitalism
We ourselves our prey, sardonic existentialism
I will bury myself
into my hate for humanity
I will be prepared
for our last spark of sanity
And all the dreams that I have known
the deepest wells are now their home
And all the love that I have shown
was thrown away in the ashes of our crown
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Ideals that stayed into words
A coffin nail of false gold
When the dust settles
And tears run dry
You will know
The promise of a deeper reality
Of a meaning in the suffering of man
Has lead me here tonight
Into the dark night of the soul
The dice revealed their face
It spoke annihilation all along
Out of ulterior motives born
The Gods have asked for Fire and Death!
Who are you, mortal, to deny?
I deny the comfort of your egoistic schemes
Your victories will be naked in time
You will see your fake order collapse into dust
You will see your loved ones die before your very eyes
You will see civilization crumble into ruins
You will see men kill each other in madness
Your dreams withered away
Thus us life
Thus it has happened and will happen again
You will not be indifferent
You will not be untouched
You will take in your heart
All the tragedy of the world
And withstand!
You will still be there, in the thick of battle
For the last stand
For glory, For love, For hope,
For man's quest towards the eternal
Is carried on by a conscious, free sacrifice
Forgive them for their Eyes of Hatred
No one will ever know the truth
But Me!
I see the fabric of the world unfold
There is something hidden underneath
A bright light emerges from the depths...
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VOMITO (EMETO AKOYTO)
Hey son what now?What is your freak?
Is it the role you play a bit weak?
Is it the drugs good for your kick?
Is it the life empty and sick?
Vomit on you all
I will not conform
I wont play along
This dead-end its all yours
I prefer to feel
And know that I am alone
for I will not forget
that you have given up
Remember who you've been
Once a proud man now a stiff
Like a corpse left on the street
That cannot dance as much you kick
Vomit on you all
I will not conform
I wont play along
This dead-end its all yours
I prefer to feel
And know that I am alone
for I will not forget
that you have given up
Think I'm funny?What a Laugh!
Think I'm stupid but I m not!
I'm so fucking bored of norms
and all your misery I mock!
Vomit on you all
I will not conform
I wont play along
This dead-end its all yours
I prefer to feel
And know that I am alone
for I will not forget
that you have given up
ENANTIA ΣΤΗΝ KANONIKOTHTA ,ΣΤΗΝ ΝΑΡΚΑΠΟΚΑΛΥΨΗ ΚΑΙ ΣΤΗΝ ΨΥΧΙΚΗ ΠΑΡΑΙΤΗΣΗ.
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Dryed - Working Machine
05:34
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Sally, don't you look around
no one here, the options are zero
busking in our local pub
better hang on to the willow
you need someone by your side
you feel it, you tear it, you wait for destruction
nothing really matters here
face of the abyss, give us instructions
Sally blinded by the light
you grab it, you tear it, out of the socket
I really think she's lost her mind
lucky charm inside her pocket
you're heading for the wastelands
you're blinded by the light
you're choosing not to worry
about the things that are gonna die
time's your only weakness
like a subatomic blues
you're ready to explode
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Rise and shine
Into your nightmare
We' ve been waiting
Anticipate
The final chapter
Now you' re learning
Always trying to catch your breathe
Step inside and lay to rest
We got games
And viral feelings
Don‘t you worry
We protect
We own the terror
Smell the glory
Always trying to catch your breathe
Step inside and lay to rest
Take a bow decide your fate
Now you see there's no escape
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End - Catastrophe
05:32
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Ghetto Gospel - Scum
01:14
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Piece of shit, get out of my way
Today is not your day
Fucking scum, get out of my eyes
I don’t need your hateful lies
I see you lurking in the shadows
paper gangsters, fake commandos
I see you hiding behind words
Selling out when the bell tolls
I see you hating everyone else
But the truth is you hate yourself
Piece of shit, get out of my way
Today is not your day
Fucking scum, get out of my eyes
I won’t listen to your hateful lies
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Hasmody - Nebula
03:26
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InneRvoice - Πειρατικό
03:24
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Locust Leaves - Statue
02:17
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Θυμάσαι πώς σε λένε, Έλληνα;
Τι σε βαφτίσανε, παιδί;
Κέρινο κενό ανάμεσα στον χτύπο και στον ήχο
Η καρδιά σου εκτίει τα χρόνια της, άκακη
Μιλά μια ψεύτικη γλώσσα
Σαν τόξο το χέρι κραδαίνει
Σπαθί δίχως βλέψη και βέλος
Θαυμάζεις μονάχα τον πίνακα,
Την τάξη αυτής της εικόνας
Κόλακα, είσαι νεκρός
Οι λέξεις μου δεν είναι δικές σου, ομοίωμα
Η φρικτή ελπίδα μου δεν είναι δική σου, θυμήσου
Ρίξε τον τοίχο που γράφει αλήθεια
και σκότωσε τους άνδρες που λένε απλά
Ας είναι ανήκουστη αυτή η προσφορά
Σε έναν θεό άγνωστο, δίχως όνομα
Translation:
Do you remember your name, Greek?
What were you christened, child?
Wax hollow space between strike and sound
Your heart is serving its years, harmless
It speaks a fake language
Like a bow the hand wields
Sword without meaning and vector
You are just appreciating the painting
The order of this image
Flatterer, you are dead
My words are not your own, replica
My horrible hope is not yours, remember
Bring down the wall of Truth
And kill the men who speak so simply
Let this ablation go unheard
To a god unknown, without name
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The fire escapes on roof of past mistakes
The evidence was proof of what it takes
To balance on your own and see what you can own of what is sacrificed
The killer runs in awe of what achieved
The smile is gone along with child belief
The word is ruled by numbs whose boredom let the throne for ego build a crown
The innocence of children playing with joy
Transforms into aggressiveness to toys
Then problem starts with “why” but ends when they decide that solving’s hard to figure
The clouds of questions gathered on the ground
The rain of answers waters warms of prouds
The sun is reining sky, the earth surrends in time of human mental dryness
The game’s afoot but I don’t need to play
The naked stand on shadow spelling pray
The hunting’s on the move and I just got into the mood for tracking saviours
Track the saviours!
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Need - Siamese God
07:36
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Has death ever made you scream?
Have you seen somebody die and their loved ones weep?
The streets are filled with blood
Our consciences are full of guilt
The least we can do is speak
The news are lying about it
People are trying to get away with it
Have you ever walked over somebody's death scene?
Have you ever seen best friends be torn apart?
Have you ever seen mothers holding their children's pictures so no one forgets?
Have you seen children lose their faith overnight?
We have inequality to blame
We have those in power to blame
We have the rich to blame
We have our privileges to blame
We must learn not to turn the other cheek
We must learn not to look away
We must stand with those that are being killed everyday
We must stand with those that are being silenced
We must shut up when they speak
We must listen closely
We will never forget
We will never forgive
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Plebah - Untitled #10
04:19
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You're stuck in vires
but you never criticize
what you can't achieve for what you receive
sucking the essence of a million faces
are the Nazis in power while you're taking a shower?
I see wars happen in the name of God
people get prisoned because of a different thought
demonstrators in protests getting beaten by the cops
and political parts are protecting the banks.
As they talk about crisis i see raise of the Isis
we are all part in this show of death and what you give is what you get
Although you buy that fancy tie in this circle of blood does it make you feel high?
And you say God will save us from disaster but guess what..
Life goes faster
Sometimes you fall low low low
But you can always rise up
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Τα λόγια που φεύγουν από το στόμα των τυράννων
Τα άνθη που πιάνουν τα βρώμικα χέρια τους
Οι ασπίδες που κρατάνε μπροστά σου
Οι αλυσίδες τους εγκλωβίζουν όλα τα σπαθιά του κόσμου
Μέχρι που το μόνο κοφτερό πράγμα που θα μείνει
Είναι το δόρυ του τυράννου
Με το οποίο υπόσχεται να προστατεύσει τους αδύναμους
Ενώ τους διαπερνά από την μια άκρη ως τη άλλη
Λόγια δυνατά που καλύπτουν τις φωνές που χαροπαλευουν
Το μόνο που μπορούν να κάνουν είναι
Να τραγουδήσουν ώστε να ξεπροβάλλουν πάνω από τον θόρυβο
Και αυτό που λένε αυτές οι νότες είναι ότι
Από κάθε χρυσοστολισμενο ανάκτορο
Απ' το σιδερένιο βήμα που αγορεύει ο κάθε τύραννος
Απ' την βαθιά τρύπα που κρύβεται ο κάθε φασίστας
Κάτω απ' το αμνοσχημο κοστούμι του κάθε βιαστή
Θα αναβλύσει αίμα αρκετό ώστε να γεμίσει
Την μεγαλύτερη και πιο κόκκινη λίμνη της γης
Προσέχετε λοιπόν εσείς που απεχθανεστε τη βία όμως την ασκείτε
Γιατί όσο φωνάζετε δεν ακούτε από λόγια
Πέρα από τη γλώσσα του σπαθιού
Το φως μας είναι ενίοτε λευκό και ενίοτε μαύρο
Ενίοτε ζωογόνο
Και ενίοτε
Φονικό
The words that come out of the mouths of tyrants
The flowers that are touched by their dirty hands
The shields they hold in front of you
Their chains try to imprison every sword in this world
Until the only thing that it left with an edge
Is the tyrant's spear
With it they promise to protect the weak
At the same time that they're thrusting it upon them
Loud words that cover voices that are fighting for their life
They only thing that they can do is
To sing so that they can stand out from the noise
And what these notes are saying is that
From every golden palace
From the iron podium that every tyrant is making a speech
From every deep hole in which a fascist is seeking refuge
Under the lamb-shaped costume of every rapist
Enough blood shall gush over to stream into
The largest and reddest lake of all earth
You should be careful then, those of you that supposedly are disgusted by violence
Yet are constantly carrying it
Because your loud voices make in impossible for you to listen at anything other than
The language of the Sword
Our light is sometimes light and sometimes dark
Sometimes life-giving
And sometimes
Murderous
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- To Arms / Στα Όπλα -
(Απόσπασμα από "ΣΥΜΦΩΝΙΑ ΑΡ.1" (1957) - Τάσος Λειβαδίτης)
Κανένας. Ερημιά.
Μονάχα στους τοίχους τον ερημωμένων δρόμων τα σημάδια απ’ τις παλιές μας σφαίρες, κοιτάζουνε την πόλη σκοτεινά.
Σαν τα πικρα τρομαγμένα μάτια ενός αδελφού που τον προδώσανε.
Στα όπλα… Στα όπλα.
Εμείς τελειώσαμε. Δεν έχει δάκρυα πια. Κλαίνε όσοι στο βάθος ακόμα ελπίζουν. Ούτε θάνατο.
Οι νικημένοι δεν μπορούν να πεθάνουν. Σαν ένα μαχαίρι που ανοίγει ένα σφηνωμένο φέρετρο, η απελπισία κρατάει τα μάτια τους ανοιχτά.
Στα όπλα...
Κι όμως, θυμήσου, είχαμε κάποτε όνειρα – σημαίες στους δρόμους,
βήματα, ζητωκραυγές
τα χέρια μας σχεδίαζαν στον ορίζοντα τις αυριανές μεγάλες πολιτείες.
Και τραγουδούσαμε ολοι μαζι
κι ελπίζαμε όλοι μαζί
και πέφταμε όλοι μαζί.
Κοιμήσου, δεν ειναι τιποτα.
LYRICS
Past stormings of heaven;
A Descendance to Hades
In the fields of ruination;
[we] buried our redemption.
We. tοοκ up arms.
We stοοd like giants.
We. Halted the world.
We. Priced & Sold
-- Translation ---
(EXCERPT: AGREEMENT N.1 (1957) - Tasos Leivaditis)
No one. Desolation.
Only on the walls of the crumbling
streets the marks of our old bullets
stare at the town with a murky eye. Like
the scared eyes of a betrayed brother.
To arms; to arms.
We are finished. No more tears.
Those who cry are those who still
hope, in the end. No death either. The
defeated cannot die. Like a knife that
opens a jammed coffin, despair keeps
their eyes wide open. To arms.
Yet remember. We once had
dreams – Flags in the streets, steps,
cheers.
Our hands planned on the horizon the great polities of tomorrow.
And we were singing; together. And
we were hoping; together. And we
were falling; together
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