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I was born to seed death
In a land where I didn't age
The oracle could not be clearer
But innocence led me to the land
Where the fourteen gates stand
Before I know I am the King
I'm trying to solve a grievous riddle
In my ignorance I swear to kill
The man I curse and blame for the people's wail
Next day come a second warning
From an elder of strong persistence
I drive him out while he insists
"You'll find the man who caused the sorrow
He was a native all along
He was a native all along
He'll march blind, but will clearly see
He'll learn he's the brother of his sons
Husband to mother and the seed of his victim"
Suddenly here I stand
My chamber looks like an earthly grave
My wife's hanging dead
No one can force the gods to speak
Words they dare not say but still
No, the one who dares to kill
Is not afraid of words
Two golden brooches adorn my eyes
They don't deserve to see the sun
Toss me, sons, into the sea
Toss me, sons, into the sea
Farewell, daughters, you shall not suffer
You shall not suffer as I will
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The Last Western Myth
04:55
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The gunslinger pulled out his weapon
It was all rusty and stained from the toxic air
The wooden handle had the marks of all the past enemies
One scratch for each dead body
One scratch for each torn memory
And a last scratch that had to be done
The air was filled by a foul smell
The wasteland had wasted all his life
The only thing that's left is a house he knows all too well
A house that waits for him to come
A house that waits for him to come
A house that waits for him to come
The camp fire burns for one last time
The starry night forms a heavy blanket
Look at my knife as it carves your name onto the earth
One score for each dead body
One score for each torn memory
And a last score that has to be done
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3. |
600 Miles
04:07
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I'm walking that road for 600 miles
I'm after this shadow this man dressed in black
The structure is present and shades my existence
And I will just live for this cause
The sand from this desert is burning my eyes
The villagers call me and sing "Hey Jude"
The world is just ruins the ancients have left us
And I've found a lunatic train
I'm walking that road as long I've remembered
I don't know what for but that tower's waiting
The dreams that are haunting my life are not stopping
And I just can't end my poor quest
The man dressed in black is calling my name
The sun is just scorching but that's just the game
He's just a few miles ahead but I know that
This road is just vain
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4. |
Filthy Air
05:23
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Kill the sun
Smoking head
Pull the trigger
I'm your hand
Filthy air
Feed the land
With the dead
To the end
Filthy air
Drink the storm
Liquid head
Pull the trigger
I'm your hand
Filthy air
Holy war
Of the dead
To the end
Filthy air
Filthy air
Filthy air
Filthy air
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Ballad For The Wasteland
02:16
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Hear my name as I walk through these lands
They whisper and fear a dream made of glass
The prophets were crying with black tears of joy
And asking their gods for their paths of glory
Hear my name as I cast all my curses
In my sun scorched face you see your Messiah
Refuse to believe that if He existed
I've killed him a long, a long time ago
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The Third Man
03:55
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I looked inside the cradle where my son used to sleep
And fed the snake that now lives under my roof
I gave it memories and feelings and never-ending poetry
Like my father did with me
We then crawled into the town
And stared the people walking by
We chose an innocent, a fool and a coward
We offered them sweet liquor
The fool just walked away
The coward started crying
The coward started crying
I looked inside the cradle where my son used to sleep
And fed the snake that now lives under my roof
I gave it memories and feelings and never-ending poetry
Like my father did with me
We then crawled into the town
And stared the people walking by
We chose an innocent, a fool and a coward
We offered them sweet liquor
The fool just walked away
The coward started crying
He started crying
The innocent smiled at me
I gave him all my poetry
Like my father did with me
I looked inside the cradle where my son used to sleep
But I couldn't feed the snake anymore
I gave it memories and feelings and never-ending poetry
Like my father did with me
So I slashed my veins and gave it blood
Like my father did with me
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Wolves
02:23
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