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Once there was a world out on these fields that was untouched
Grateful for its love we thanked the earth that gave so much And oh, I loved it so Once there was a pair of eyes, unbroken just like my heart Belonging to a father and his son, now torn apart And oh, I loved him so Why, mommy? Tell me why daddy is walking away Leaving me I remember birds of pray, dark shadows piercing the ground Faceless men came shouting about a pride to which we were bound And oh, I searched for him so Faith darling, have faith my son Your daddy is winning a war For you Daddy need me, love and lead me Your superseding war won't feed me Watch fathers and sons pale cling to their guns Marching line by line leaving reason behind Their eyes now tensed with fear, enemies are near But all armies are only fathers and sons (Earth bleeding through their proceeding) (All greedy voltures are needing) War! War! Dad, who is winning a war? And dad, who is it for? I won't shed a tear, I won't show no fear! Won't disappoint you dad (All greedy voltures need war) I won't miss you dad I'll shut down But daddy, I miss you so And I need you here Dad I'm alone here and Daddy, I'm losing your war out here (Daddy need me, love and lead me) Your superseding war won't feed me |
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(Part first: awakening)
Daybreak: A September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky. Thoughts are evoked behind detached eyes but people are just passing by: With smiles for protection. Unable to see behind the creature that he seems to be. Once he was a child with burning desires with hopes and dreams of what was to come. So he’s lost some faith but still there are fires deep inside that he must drench to numb. If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while. But we’re all just people passing by! (daniel magdic) Midday: He’s searching through crowds for one that is gone. Rejecting the facts one more day. Talking too loud to silence the glow. Coldness becoming his way. Empathy can’t reach through all that blame! Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames! Now he’s counting time in beggings and bottles fading away beneath old news. So he lost a war: ’will I be dead very long?’ He can still hear his voice through the coldness! If we could try to ease some of his pain just for a while. But we’re all just people passing by! Part second: memorials (instrumental) Part last: nightfall Once he was strong, and filled with visions. With life ahead he set his aims. Then things went wrong. Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames. Still could be strong could be a prophet! He would teach truth to every man! He’d see the light through every shadow, but Entropia denies he can! ... He’s sitting numb while dusk is falling. Alone he whispers his goodnight Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by... |
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Sleep is too quiet
dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion soaking from spirits but still far too dry. Losing all barbed fences Lucid - no defenses "Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier. The soldier was watching them both fade away. Nine words create an oblivion ocean: 'Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for. Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand! Oh god if you save them I'd take them west we'd start again in the promised land. When life is wearing thin we pray: the gods are close at hand when man is astray. But when it all is said and done - is he to thank the gods for just taking his son? Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. Words can create an oblivion ocean: "dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" Losing all I lived for. Losing all I fought for. Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand. Oh god if you save them I'd take them west we'd start again then Oh god if you save them I swear I'll always hold them in my hand. Oh god if you save them I'd take them west we'd start again in the promised land. |
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Stress
by Pain Of Salvation (watching corners and crossing watching all the red lights watching the stress watching beggars and bankers and rushing cars I'm drowning in this mess)Help me! Rescue me! Save me! Set me free! (watching all the stress) It is strange - among all people I feel alone. Very strange - despite the sun I'm cold to the bone! If this is progress let me out! Up on the rooftops I feel alive - lovely detached from the human hive. Up on the rooftops I feel so free. Far from the city that's suffocating me. (watching corners and crossings watching all the red lights watching the stress watching beggars and bankers and rushing cars I'm drowning in this mess) IS THIS WHAT WE WANT? I believe: beneath the surface we turn to stone. Can't you see? You meet your neighbors over the phone! I'm awake - watch me! I'll escape - watch me! If this is progress help me to regress! Alone by the ocean I feel alive - lovely detached from the human hive. Alone by the ocean I feel so free. Far from the city that's suffocating me. YOU live too shallow act too deep! Fail to sow but proudly reap! ...and you still need MORE! Indians show us where you're from STRESS indicates what we'll all become! In time you'll awake! In time you'll escape! In time you'll awake! You'll see what's at stake! IS THIS WHAT WE WANT? ...is this what we NEED? |
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An eye for an eye
A tear for a tear A lie for a lie The weak dress in hatred to hide their fear We cling to symbols for our mind Hour by hour we're losing us Defenceless for the weak to bind Second by second abusing us A wound for a wound By silence we breed Learn the hate that keeps us blind From the hands that hit and feed Children teach each other pain Hour by hour they're learning it Dreamers in the wheel of reign Second by second we're turning it around Closing the books of the prophets Closing our eyes for the visions that die And then we weep "Why do I still need to cry When I'm so happy now?" Saviors come forth in times of need Prophets seek me - for you I will bleed Cry, cry, little lonely world cry I won't close my eyes I'll be your tears when you're dry Pouring to the ground Scar by scar we're all becoming Seeking prophets now I won't bear the cross one step further (Come to me now - feel the revival) I won't bear your hate any longer (Follow me now - join the revival) Free I will rise See me Believe in me Hear me - I'll speak to you You are the prophets Come forth and I'll bleed for you I´ll bleed for you |
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(Sorrow turned into hate
Anger became a thread to climb with faith Tasting the life she shed) "Time will heal" they told him Just as if they knew his pain "Time kills" he whispered Not a word They watched him leave again Grief need not her grave Nothing left to save She went up with the sunrise that day Planned her future as every day Spent her last minutes in tomorrows She would never experience Live your life each day Meet the tides my friend We're all nomads forever on our way A journey to the end (She walked there every day Without even knowing It was the place to which she was going) If you knew the number Of the steps you would ever take Bitter I wonder Would you run or cease to walk? For her sake he lived Nothing more to give Looking back now, he could have saved her But there's no one left to save him 'Cause we're all walking in tomorrows We may never experience Live your life each day Meet the tides my friend We're all nomads forever on our way A journey to the end To the end! So now he has knowledge but what has he won? All pages are empty, he's already gone He lost what he lived for and losses won't mend Alive just to enter a journey beyond the end |
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Never Learn To Fly
by Pain Of Salvation [Japanese bonustrack] [music & lyrics: daniel gildenlow] When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground. It would not ever fly again. I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that not longer could be heard. Never learn to fly. With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil: a wound in the tear stained mud. My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree. A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains: "never learn to fly" I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing for me, when I was sick and laid in bed. Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality for then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead. And now time has passed by beneath my wings. [kristoffer gildenlow] That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day. I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe find the tree I cleansed of skin. No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs. And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird. Never learn to fly. When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground and now I'll never ...fly... |
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Now he's counting time in beggings and bottles
Fading away beneath old news So he's lost some faith, but still there are fires Deep inside that he must drench to numb Deep inside that he must drench to numb |
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Cold winter winds blow away autumn leaves now.
Misty world fades away before my blinded eyes - WHY? Now when I stand at the end of the line, I cling to life when I should decline. I always thought I would welcome this day, but now when it's here - could there be a heaven behind that gate? Love or hate? WAIT! ...by my side. Count the seconds till I die. Hold my hand. Smile and tell me that you care, 'cause I'm scared now. Now when I stand at the end of the line, I cling to life when I should decline. I always thought I would welcome this day, but now I can see: ...it is yet a bird of pray! God, hear my voice! I turn to thee - you've got to tell me: what will become of me? (daniel magdic) (daniel gildenlow) WHY SHALL I DIE? OH GOD! Hear my voice! Tell me there are no questions. Please give me a few more hours of this flair life... IT'S MINE! As I am leaving, alone and afraid, I'm thinking of all the mistakes I've made. I wish of my heart I could change only one! I'd want to say 'sorry' just one more time before I am GONE! (gone) |
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Plains Of Dawn
by Pain Of Salvation [music & lyrics by: daniel gildenlow] "I'm here now, by your side" Sheltered from the cold, a soldier guards a boy. Clocks are cutting as times pass by their pain (bringing release through the book on his knees) (keep trying, keep trying, keep dying inside) "Hush now little child, it's time to say goodnight. Find rest in my lullaby this night I'll still be here when the nightmists draw near" (blind figures controlling his life) (keep falling, keep falling, keep falling down now) "Have faith my son - reach for my hand and I'll walk with you till the sun goes down. Follow me now, we will meet again in your land. (have faith my son) Now I'll lead you home." Opening stillness, reaching through illness. They walk in nightmist. "Now, we meet again. I'm so close to you now. Again we laugh." Where shallow waters reach for unknown mystic shores they gaze at the horizon and smile [daniel gildenlow] "Behold my son - reach for the vision that fills your mind, just let go and run. Follow the path that was meant for you long ago. (behold my son) And cross the plains of dawn." Wordless questions, tearful confessions. They meet at last now, when it is time to go separate ways (fading pages) They have touched through ages. "Remember me my son, it's time to say...goodbye. I'll free you from your prison - now go! You're free now, the wave meets the shore!" (keep running, keep running, keep running home kid) (winning a war made him lose evermore) "Farewell my son - the tubes that were straining you to a death within life are gone. Wait for us, I and your mother will cherish you my son. I cry as I'm watching you run across plains of dawn." ...and so through that evening a soldier is leaving his son once again and a war has been lost... Forlorn he is reeling, unmendably kneeling. But fate leaves no choice: now he must close the book! |
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walk with me
and see the world I see it is our home it's where we all belong life is flair a brittle dress we wear a fleeting sigh but though pointless it may seem: live as death were but a dream you don't have to walk their way you don't have to watch the show you don't have to play their game and you don't have to die to leave entropia all remains: forgotten smiles in frames two fleeting lives cut down to pocket-size walk with me and change the world we see we'll cease to be just people passing by home is where we all get by you don't have to cry for more you don't have to have it all you don't have to win a war if death is but a dream then don't let me... ...fall asleep |
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