Caliban
Caliban vs. Heaven Shall Burn - The Split Program
1. Intro
2. Assassin of Love
The imagination of an unrestrained dedication,
without considering the consequences and the betrayal
of own ideals, just to kill my thirst, fills me with hate,
the temptation to dedicate myself unrestrained to cold love,
is just as big as the hate for the lust of the flesh.
The lust of flesh is an assassin of love!
Why is it so hard?
(it's so damn hard)
Emotions just ain't mechanic, the question of greed, love,
past, future, anger and anxiety,
I don't want to live my present in the past anymore,
your past determines my reality.
3. A Summer Dream
The finest breeze of wind, born is the beautiful,
lonely in a wide open space.
There's nothing to see of the world.
Only dream.
Lonely in a wide open space, lonely.
Just to be me, only dream.
The sun is low, the moon is high and in the middle my consciousness.
The middle of day and night, no fear, no pain, immortal for one moment.
I'm screaming up to the sky right into infinity.
Silence!
Blood overruns my body, I'm tumbling down,
imminent to drown in my own blood.
Nobody there to help, dead!
4. Sunday's Words
What can ever bloom again, when the power to live is missing,
dryness sows hate inside of my heart.
Fading lust, a flower made of stone, forgotten in being.
Broken of life, disintegrated of illusion.
The dread lets me feel the force of love,
to refuse my power, I hate the thirst of love.
It will judge me, judge me until death.
Sunday means flesh.
5. Partisan (Heaven Shall Burn cover)
Your god sent war into my world but I will fight to clean my mind, no looking back for me, you crossed the line, all my feelings turn to hate, a power you won't stand, a mighty force strikes all temptations down. Never I will surrender, I throw it all against, I hold my ground I will resist, a holy war won't strike the demon back, I raise my fist against the slavery, this war won't spare your door, in battle there is no law. This fire is in my heart, by my hallowed sword the demon died in pain.
6. Outro
7. Suffocated in the Exhaust of Our Machines
Suffocated in the exhaust of our machines,
as we turn our faces away,
and hold our tongues driven by ignorance and greed,
climatic changes, floods and quakes.
Agony of mother earth -- wounds nobody will ever heal.
We produce and consume more and more,
we kill and we rape again and again.
Collective suicide -- our future entranced.
A sea of ashes, where deep forests grew.
On our way to the top we just left deserts behind cleaned and burned.
Barren landscapes.
Contaminated soil.
By polluting our rivers, we poison our blood.
By devastating our forest, we slaughter our souls.
The signals can't be ignored.
The time to change is long overdue.
This disease will be cured.
But our children will be the first to go.
8. No Single Inch
I know words don't touch you anymore.
Weakness, social failure -- an ancient phantom caught your hearts.
Following a leader, selling your souls, you're not above,
you're so far below like sheep on the shambles,
you're like tools in their hands.
Given up your existence, your dignity,
you'll never take over, never again!
Raise my fist, the streets are ours.
You'll never bring it down, you will surrender.
Depression and hatred are not enough for winning this fight.
Resistance deep from inside.
It burns in our hearts.
9. The Seventh Cross
Here we march through the snow, here we lie in the mud.
The wind aches like a thousand on my skin, my walk mechanic.
My thoughts far away, unable to act, feel numb to the distress.
I can't remember freedom, forgot all faces I loved.
No cry for help through the wire, my existence a number on my skin.
It will take all my power, my last will to live.
I hear the sirens.
Searching lights roam through the night, reports, bloodhounds and hunters -- orders are clear, our tombs already dug.
Our names on the crosses.
I'm running, no looking back, no feelings at all, will I be free?
Will I be free at last?
Will I ever kiss your face again?
The sun will be mine again and I'll feel the rain,
feelings return from my body.
I can't believe that I'm still alive.
Now I remember your face, your words, your smile.
10. One More Lie (Caliban cover)
take your god out of my life
your words mean nothing to me
your messages are just lies
one word, one lie one pocket full of money
how can someone die when he never existed?
a cycle of illusions crosses the land
burn this cycle, burn it down
your illusions kill your mind
pay in the name of god or pay for nothing
lie
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