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Once upon a curse
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Winter came
Hand in hand with cold and hunger.
The veil of death was flying
Over the tribe.
In the depths,
Dark moist cave,
We wait.
Gathered in,
Moistures on,
We were waiting for the hunter's return.
Food.
We were waiting for the harvest to come.
This was the day when damnation began.
We didn't know it's our last times of peace.
Future nations will speak of us with hiss,
And forever we'll be mocked.
This is the story of how it happened,
Our everlasting curse.
Back to the start, into the cave, cursed.
This is the story of how it happened,
Our everlasting curse.
Back to the start, into the cave, cursed.
In the depths,
Dark moist cave,
We wait.
Gathered in,
Moistures on,
We were waiting for the hunter's return.
It won't be written on the walls
How we are guilty of the fall.
Forbidden flesh.
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2. |
Follow the tracks
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I follow the tracks of my prey.
Silent, breathless, fierce.
I don't make no sound.
I don't make no sound.
Where's my prey?
Hidden, living meat.
My food's to be found.
Our food's to be found.
My will is strong, my muscles filled with impure outbred blood.
With hunger filled, my mind is void.
A wolf I have become,
My senses enhanced,
My will is strong.
I've got my spear in my hand,
I wait without a move,
My body is stressed, my muscles filled with impure outbred blood.
I wait and I wait and I see the night's falling down,
But nothing ever comes my way.
I wait and I wait and I see the night's falling down,
But nothing ever comes my way.
I wait.
Wait.
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The skies are getting dark this is a coming storm.
The clouds are gathering, the thunder is blowing around.
The clouds are gathering.
This is a coming storm.
Look into the skies and see the anger of the gods.
Fear. Coming from the skies, we see the power of the gods.
Fear. Look into the skies and see the anger of the gods.
Fear. Look into the skies, coming from the skies,
Fear.
I hear, behind my back, there is a coming sound.
The noise is getting loud, I feel the cracking ground.
Running, burning, monstrous beast,
Hurry blindly to the cliff.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Trumpet aloud you little star,
Down to the ground you won't go far.
You're falling down
Bursting your burnt flesh all around.
You little star, your thunderstruck meat,
Spreading a new smell in the air.
Bring it back to the tribe.
All hail the hunting one.
Bring it back to the tribe.
All hail the hand that feeds.
Bring it back to the tribe.
All hail the baking god.
Bring it back to the tribe.
All hail the hunting one.
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4. |
Revelation Flesh
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Meat.
A new taste in our hungry jaws.
Baked.
Smells like nothing ever tasted.
Before.
This flesh is ours to eat.
Before.
The omen of the old man realizes.
Revelation flesh.
A never-ending hunger
Arises in the mouth of savage beasts,
Craving for hot blood.
Revelation flesh.
A never-ending hunger
Arises in the mouth of savage beasts,
Craving for hot blood.
Revelation flesh.
Hot dead meat to provoke the wrath of gods.
We crawl in a tide of baked muscles,
Without loathing.
Revelation flesh.
Hot dead limbs. We dwell in the deepest vice.
We crawl in a mess of smoking rejections,
Without loathing.
Ad nauseam.
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5. |
The old man said
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I foresee times of suffering and death upon the tribe.
I foresee signs of impending doom for our guilty tribe.
You fools. You fools.
You didn't hear my warning.
You didn't see the sign.
I foresee days of mourning
And death upon our tribe.
Oh! The quaking ground.
Oh! The quaking ground.
Oh! We lie upon the quaking ground.
Oh!
You broke the ancient seal
And therefore will be cursed.
I foresee times of suffering and death upon the tribe.
I foresee signs of impending doom for our guilty tribe.
You'd better run for your life.
You'd better hide from the sky.
The sun will disappear today
For thousand suffocating days.
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Falling embers
03:49
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Coming from the depths, of underneath and deeper,
It shivers.
As the prophecy the elder man had told us,
It happens.
Soil giving birth to infamous heredity to rise
To fire.
And catastrophe it comes, it's here,
It happens now.
Why lord? Liquid atrocity.
Burn. Burn. Burn, thus spake the prophecy. Burn we will.
Burn, for we have sinned.
Burn, for we have dared the wrath of gods.
Watch the world collapse,
Our tribe devastated and dying.
Rushing punishment.
Watch the world collapse,
Our tribe devastated and dying.
Rushing punishment now.
Rouse the flames, coming out embers
Rouse. Quake. Bane. Embers.
Vomiting all over our prayers.
Fall. Shake. Vain prayers.
Fall the flames, ashes from embers.
Rouse. Quake. Bane. Embers.
Falling down and in vain we pray. Mercyless it falls on us.
Fall. Shake. Vain prayers.
Rouse.
Fire from the sky
Why, lord, why liquid atrocity?
Burn, burn, burn, thus spake the prophecy.
Falling on us. They fall.
In vain, in vain we pray for mercy. We burn.
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7. |
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04:07
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Under grey shrines
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Corpses all around,
With faces convulsed and dead empty eyes
Pointing to the sun,
They're all dead.
What have we become?
With faces convulsed, our dead empty tribe
Blaming on the earth.
We're all dead.
We're dead. We count the bodies among the ashes.
We're dead. We bury our wives among the ashes.
They're dead, and by their side, we lay their children's heads.
They're all dead, we all are damned, we all deserved.
We all deserved.
The old man laughs; to ashes they're all gone.
Under grey skies, we gather.
Entangled in the dust, they're forever gone.
We cry for the ones that are forever gone
Under.
Under grey shrines, they lay.
Beneath the ashes, they passed away
Under grey shrines, they lay
Beneath the ashes, they all passed away.
Under.
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9. |
Get even in massacre
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We walk.
As we walk, silent on our away,
Looking for a path to reach the top and find some food,
Hungry, starving in our womb,
Grieving for the ones who stayed behind, we go ahead and walk.
It was smoke
Behind the hills, behind the rocks,
Frightening and threatening arose some smoke.
Sounds of drums, we heard somebody talk.
It was life yes it was smoke.
We run.
As we run, savage on our way,
Looking for the hills to reach the camp and find some food.
As we run, nothing's to be said,
Yearning for the ones who stay ahead we're going wild and
Get even in massacre.
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10. |
Grunt to the hills
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Up to the hills.
Will you listen to my voice at once?
Will you repeat the same mistakes?
The same mistakes?
We'll all die. We'll all die.
Listen to my voice.
Listen!
The only way to survive is (to) climb the highest hills
This time there won't be another way out.
Listen!
If you want to find some help, you'd better walk this way.
You need to breathe a fresher air,
You have to leave this godforsaken land.
If you look for food, you'd better.
If you look for life, you'd better walk,
Up to the hills.
If you want to find some help you'd better walk this way.
You need to breathe a fresher air,
You have to leave this godforsaken land.
Listen to my voice this time!
My voice this time!
Listen to my voice
Listen!
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11. |
Seven men
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Time.
It is time for the tribe to accept its cruel fate,
To be faced, to prepare, to stand front of the cold truth.
Empty mouth. We'll be tough, ‘cause the time has come to die,
Save the tribe. Let's decide: what's the best way to survive?
Seven men to save the tribe.
Seven men to ride the time.
Seven men to save the tribe.
Seven men to ride the time.
To ride time.
Hope.
This is hope, we will help, ‘cause you know it's not that hard,
You retard, we'll be sad, but remember you're so brave,
You'll be saved, if you dare, to be frozen in this place,
Lose your pace. Look for grace. You'll be ice-cold for a while.
Into seven fresh holes, you enter, you're slowly freezing.
Cast into cold walls, you shiver. Your heat is falling down.
Subzero, you're freezing down.
Subzero, you're freezing down.
Colder and colder, our skin is turning to blue.
Crimson cracking envelope, our skin is turning to blue.
Colder and colder, our flesh is getting hard as ice.
We can't feel nothing.
We can't feel nothing.
Is it the end? Our blood is running low.
We can't feel the pain anymore.
Is it the end or just a break 'till we come back?
Is it the end? Our brains are slowing down,
And then it's getting hot.
Is it the end and will we ever see the sun again?
Forward to centuries, again.
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PROGNATHE Toulouse, France
They don't smell good.
They don't shave.
They bite.
They're not smart.
PROGNATHE
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