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First there was darkness
And the earth was formless and void
And the lord of darkness saw it was good
Within the deep waters
The pulse of the moon, bringer of life
And the lord of darkness saw it was good
Lies or truth
It matters what you do
Truth or lies
Choose the ones you despise
So many words and so little meaning
I move upon the surface of water
“Don’t fly too close to the sun” was the advise
The unnamable is the eternally real
So I dive into this pristine womb
To find but nothingness, to embrace the cold
Enjoy the ritual exorcism
Of your human fear
No longer paralyzed, forever amazed
Get enchanted by darkness
Let your soul shine bright
Be authentic and passionate
Be alright
Be a lord of darkness to see it is good
Be a lord of darkness
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While we prepare ourselves again
For the unknown, the unforeseeable
Seasons of history repeat
Perversion of power, denial, a friend
No more believe in apathy
Their source is drying, leave it that way
Time will no longer have to tell
The things we knew the day we were born
End of pleasing
End of treason
End of flying high
End of vanity
End of I
End of old forces
Of human resources
The end of nations
Of tired generations
End of pleasing
End of treason
End of flying high
End of vanity
End of I
The higher you soar
The smaller you appear
To all of those
With their feet on the ground
We are many
You are but one
Many
As One
We are many
You are but one
We are many
You are but one
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3. |
Here Comes Everybody
06:02
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Freed ourselves from the chains of great stories
We push aside the illusions and advice
Moving around in any direction the wind blows
Moving around, embracing all the new lies
Watch us
Here we come
Hear us
Here we come
All work and no play, will it make me a dull boy in the end?
When the bullshit leaves, it’s the wonderful money that talks
The market will guide me on my arousing quest for happiness
The market will guide me on these ever enthralling walks
Watch me
Here I come
Hear me
Here I come
Welcome to the anthropocene
And now we have all sunk to a depth
At which the restatement of the obvious
Is the first duty of intelligent men
There’s an antidote to our selfish genes
There’s a joy of being conscious
There is a way to rise above our origins
Rise above
All those who proudly try to play it sole alone
Beholden to no one, no eye for any relief
Will surely regret ignoring the face of the other
Will never expect the certain coming of grief
I’ll watch you
There you go
I’ll hear you
There you go
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4. |
Their Playground
08:04
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Here they come
Brace yourself, ‘cause no one will do it for you
Here they come
Watch your back, ‘cause no one will stop them for you
Here they come
Ranting and preaching, practicing is not part of it
Here they come
Minding their own business, loyalty is not part of that
Nearer and nearer
Don’t stand in their way
And mind the herd of ignorant, collective fear is feeding them
Nearer and nearer
Don’t be led astray
And try to stand the awful stench of social desirability
Let go
What goes around, doesn’t always come around
So say the new kings
So say the new kings
Beware the vicious games they play
Beware the false words of pray
Don’t look for morals, or scruples, nor conscience
Kiss butt or kick it
Never confronted with honesty
Truth will never reveal itself to you
Don’t know the taste of purity
Keep chewing on your own lies
Here they come
Blinded by a narrow mind, rotten to the bone
Here they come
Their will to power, will cause you harm
Nearer and nearer
I did not stand in the way
Of the queen bees and the kings of queens, surrounded by the wannabees
Nearer and nearer
I wasn’t led astray
And now not able anymore to hide my disgust
Let go
What goes around, doesn’t always come around
So say the new kings
So say the new kings
Beware the vicious games they play
Beware the false words of pray
Don’t look for morals, or scruples, nor conscience
Beware the vicious games they play
Beware the false words of pray
Don’t look for morals, or scruples, nor conscience
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5. |
Legion
04:47
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We’re not conceited, we’re unobtrusive
Don’t look edgy, not impressed by brag
We are lone wolves, hunting for beauty
Wearing Cain’s mark deeply burned in our skin
We are not screaming, we bathe in silence
Against the current, our destiny
We do not share the relentless ego
That suits the feeling being atop of the chain
Might be one hundred forty four thousand
Might be more or might be less
The legion of the willing
Bonded in darkness
Here’s to the ones pure at heart
Here’s to the ones who won’t let go
In search of honor, you are not
Yet be revered for all times you fought
Might be one hundred forty four thousand
Might be more or might be less
The legion of the willing
Bonded in darkness
No remorse, still looking forward
Unaffected by distress
The legion of the willing
Bonded in darkness
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6. |
Mind / Matter
06:23
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The awareness
Of the cold ground
Lied up in chains
In pain
I am grounded deep again
Thoroughly covered in mud
No, not entirely
Unexpected
Long before the stabbing
Heard the sharpening of knives
Saw deceit in the eyes
The stabs won’t end my breathing
The scars will show me the way all over
The stabs won’t end my breathing
The scars will show me the way all over
This soil will stop the bleeding
I will bend. I will not break
Sure will bend. I will not break
I’m learning kindness
From the unkind
Amor fati forever
Sometimes you shine sometimes you burn
Sometimes you win, sometimes you learn
The stabs won’t end my breathing
The scars will show me the way all over
The soil will stop the bleeding
I will bend. I will not break
Sure will bend. I will not break
Get up, cease the straying
Leave all the ones that are betraying
The stabs won’t end my breathing
The scars will show me the way all over
This soil will stop the bleeding
I will bend. I will not break
The stabs won’t end my breathing
The scars will show me the way all over
This soil will stop the bleeding
I will bend. I will not break
Sure will bend. I will not break
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7. |
Karma's Little Helpers
06:28
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From a growing worship of justice they’ll rise
For the lovely art of retribution they’ll fight
Forget the good luck or the bad luck this time
All sense of grace or sympathy declined
For a greater...
A greater…
From a growing worship of justice they’ll rise
For the lovely art of retribution they’ll fight
Forget the good luck or the bad luck this time
All sense of grace or sympathy declined
For a greater good
For a greater...
For a greater good0
For a greater...
For a greater...
A greater…
Good
For a greater good
They will follow through
In name of the fathers
In name of the sons
The mothers and daughters
In name of the ones
Who suffer in silence
Dignity lost
Consistently hold on
At any cost
For a greater good
For a greater...
From a growing worship of justice they’ll rise
For the lovely art of retribution they’ll fight
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8. |
Everywhere
05:02
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Don’t have to be joyful
Don’t have to be
Of good cheer
Keep bowing your head
And kneel as you please
I’ve never been where you have been
Tell me all about
Your fear and despair
I’ve never seen what you have seen
Though I see…
Beauty in what’s given
I saw beauty, when at ease
I hear beauty in dawn’s chorus
In the poetry of trees
How silly our brain
To lead us astray
Now go your way
And let go
How silly our brain
There’s really no gain
Aim for restraint
And look for
Beauty in what’s given
Look for beauty, be at ease
And find beauty in dawn’s chorus
In the poetry of trees
How silly our brain
To lead us astray
Now go your way
And let go
How silly our brain
There’s really no gain
Aim for restraint
And let go
Let it flow
I’ll tell you all about
Wovon man nicht sprechen kann
We’ll find the essence of all unintended meaning
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9. |
Ninety-Six Percent
05:16
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We are
Spirits in heaven
They are
L’enfer
We are
The almighty subject
They are
Objects
Existence precedes essence
We are
Outrunning the nothing
They are
Observing
We are
Seeking approval
They are
Judging
You’re looking worn out
You’re walking cramped
Your thoughts distorted
Feel discontent
Stop fighting the wrong ones
It is not them
That kill your values
And more to come
Much more to come
It’s not about cheating
Your loneliness
For silence will still be
Forever a bless
It’s not about friendship
Although we share
A common foe
A common despair
Now cease the worship of conceit
Cease the worship of pride
To those lacking virtue
Your destiny is not tied
Cease the worship of conceit
Drop those lacking virtue
Essence precedes existence
We are
All marching forward
They are
Walking along
We are
Standing and fighting
They are
Brothers in arms
We will strike harder
We’ll break the chains
Reclaim our freedom
Or what still remains
Now fighting the right ones
We know them by name
The bliss you crave for
We can attain
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10. |
Cynicism Left For Dead
05:21
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(instrumental)
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11. |
Revelation Of Ignorance
06:06
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I came to earth, gazing upwards
Found some answers tripping down
Learned to read words of wisdom
Heard the chatter with no one around
I was advised by Apollo
Learned to look in my own eyes
What remains seems so hollow
All that I know…
Is I don’t really know
No I don’t really know
Is it bliss?
I walk around, keep observing
People searching, making a name
Self-centred forces are creaking
Old imperiums forced to shame
I see desire, difficult trials
Witness the stutter without success
Carrying meaning for many miles
And then I know...
That I don’t really know
No I don’t really know
Why the hell would I know?
Why the hell should I know?
For as long I see the moon dance around the earth
The craving for answers remain, so does my mirth
I’ll embrace the admission that life doesn’t fall
In a well-designed logic. So I will recall...
That I don’t really know
No I don’t really know
Why the hell would I know?
Why the hell should I know?
It is bliss
Will we be us again
Because you still know?
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12. |
Hugging Strangers
04:33
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I say
Ooh
Ooh
I say
Ooh
Ooh
Come on
There is a village out there we call the earth
In which inhabitants are trying not to drown
They share the universal language of absurd
A little sweet to make the sour go down
I say
Ooh
Ooh
As land is slowly turning into a wild sea
All secure grounds are making way for the unknown
The end of counseling by fear will set them free
They get in touch for they will never be alone
Get in touch, you fool
You fool
You fool...
Still chasing magic, though can’t find a key?
Get out your bed of roses, follow me
You fool...
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Art Of Empathy Diest, Belgium
AOE is a Belgian one man project. Its music can be described as a mixture between neofolk and darkwave: grounded on acoustic guitars, combined with dreamy or dark synths and whispering, haunting vocals. Sometimes dark romantic, sometimes apocalyptic. Always nature-loving, always driven by melancholy. ... more
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