1. |
The Design
07:27
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Here is my creation
Similar to older gods
My gods!
I present you my creation
Just like some other gods
My gods!
Look at them and see
See how it’s meant to be
I’m drawing
Observe well and see
See how it’s meant to be
I’m drawing
I am drawing
I will trace his existence
Like the tiny lines of an abstract paintbrush
I’m drawing
I am drawing
They’ll get sick
And they will see their own children die
They’ll die!
They will praise me
And with the passage of time
They will deny me
Deny me!
Look at them and see
See how it’s meant to be
I’m drawing
Observe well and see
See how it’s meant to be
Then I will torment them
With visions of judgment and loneliness
It’s my destiny to torment them
With visions
Visions of pain
Always they’ll be afraid till death
And will build temples
To find but one thing
A final rest in peace
Look at them and see
See how it’s meant to be
I’m drawing
Observe well and see
See how it’s meant to be
I’m drawing
Take your time and see
See how it’s meant to be
I’m drawing
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2. |
Good Morning Sick World
05:20
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Good morning sick world
Here comes your sick servant
At the break of the day
And the break of the news
A struggle for life
And a meaning not present
It’s a struggle so silly
When I am with you
Opgejaagd en voortgedreven
Gaan wij aan zoveel voorbij
Zoveel liefde, zoveel leven
Onze ziel leidt averij
Niet als mens nog gewaardeerd
Maar als koopkracht getaxeerd
Tot wij oud, terzijde leven
En de krachten ons begeven.
Good morning sick world
Here comes your sick servant
At the break of the day
And the break of the news
A struggle for life
And a meaning not present
It’s a struggle so silly
When I am with you
Moe gedraafd en zin vergeten
Gaan wij langs de bulderbaan
Van het jagen om te weten
Of wij morgen nog bestaan
En zovelen zien ons aan
Wenken ons om stil te staan
Dat wij onze aandacht wijden
Aan wie door ons jagen lijden
Good morning sick world
Here comes your sick servant
At the break of the day
And the break of the news
A struggle for life
And a meaning not present
It’s a struggle so silly
When I am with you
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3. |
Don’t Mind
04:21
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The soft touch of your acid lies
Confuses me
It burns my eyes
Bombastic rhetorics, used as odd weapons of mind destruction
Cut another down, to find higher ground
Survival, survival, you say?
Shoot me, shoot me
I’m crawling
Shoot me, come on, shoot me
I’m falling
Burned eyes
Staring to the sun
Deceit lives within me
Damage is done
A sudden appearance
Gives birth to a sense
The burning of acid
Comes to an end
The soft touch
Of her sweet eyes
Reciting now
Don’t mind the lies
Hypnotic pulsations, a ravishing manner of mind seduction
Answer my call, to bring down these walls
A goddess, a goddess, I say!
Lead me, lead me
I’m healing
Lead me, come on, lead me
I’m healing
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4. |
Recreation
04:32
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The greed
Precedes
The deeds
Tending to mislead
Persuade
Invade
Those raids
All means for a crusade?
Maybe you are a person…
Now leave
This belief
To achieve
Your goal with grief
Now leave
Disbelieve
To achieve
Your goal with grief
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5. |
If This Is A Man
03:09
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Ik had een held kunnen zijn
Ik werd een beul
Ik sla de held dood die ik kon zijn
Ik sla hem tot held
Ik sla mij tot beul
J'aurais pu être un héros
Je suis devenu un bourreau
Je frappe à mort le héros que j'aurais pu être
J'en fais un héros
Je deviens un bourreau
I could have been a hero
I became a monster
I beat the hero I could have been to death
I beat him into a hero
Beat myself into a monster
Ich hätte ein Held sein können
Ich wurde zum Henker
Ich schlage den Held tot, der ich sein hätte können
(Ich schlag ihn tot, den Held)
Ich schlage Mich Zum Henker
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6. |
Beautiful War
05:51
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You get used to it
You get used to anything
Anything you'll ever know
All the decadence you now enjoy
All the fierceful pride you so adore
All the awful pain you can't ignore
You get used to it now
You get used to it now
Now
You get used to it
You get used to anything
Anything you'll ever know
You get used to it now
Now
Get used to it now
Now
Dreaming of battle
Within the comfort of home
Feelings of dread and panic
Remaining unknown
Unless you like to mess up
A life without scars
There's no such thing
As a beautiful war
Unless the pain of others
Is what you adore
There's no such thing
As a beautiful war
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7. |
Still Dancing
03:47
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Leaves our mother us behind
When we ruin at any cost?
How did we become so blind?
When did you and I got lost?
No
She keeps on dancing
While we slumber
She keeps on dancing
When we go under
Terra Mater keeps on dancing
Her own way
Leaves our mother us behind
When we loose ourselves in trust?
When we all have lost our minds?
Once again biting the dust
No
She keeps on dancing
While we slumber
She keeps on dancing
When we go under
She keeps on dancing
Torn asunder
Terra Mater keeps on dancing
Now come freely
Let the dancing begin
Hypnotise me
And get me dancing
Show me the way
And teach me how to dance in
Your wealth and beauty
Which keep me moving
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8. |
Virile Earth
07:39
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Into the faculty of dreams
Precious relics abate with time
Brilliance of woes and destruction
What once was land, now lies in embers
Sheer will disdains death’s emblem
Purifying soil and waters alike
I be oak flute breath
Vibrant pulse on koto strings
I be virile earth
Silken path on golden wings
Oaths forged
Under the eastern horizon
Milestones
Of human virtues
Adamantine
They defy negation
I be oak flute breath
Vibrant pulse on koto strings
I be virile earth
Silken path on golden wings
I be oak flute breath
I be virile earth
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9. |
The Source
06:08
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While birds are singing
I can't stand looking at these grey walls
I heard them saying
It's all for the sake of us all
This is the source
Where a women met a man
This is the source
Where their history began
This is the source
Warm, but insecure
The source
Humanity so pure
Now birds still singing
But I keep on feeling so small
I heard them saying
It's all for the sake of us all
This is the source
This is the source
The source
We're consuming some water
While we're spoiling the rest
More thirsty than ever
But we do try our best
We are building our temples
In grey, concrete walls
The higher the better
It's for the sake of us all
We are playing the same games
That we used to as kids
On society's playground
There's no fun to be missed
Raising our children
The way our own parents did
In search for a moral
A moral that fits
Stories repeating
Nothing new is out there
Stories of old men
We don't even care
A generation so lost
Cannot comprehend
The rush of our lives
And the money that's spent
And we drink our champagne
And we smoke our cigars
We burn down to ashes
Don't care about the scars
And we're singing our songs
While we're breathing the air
And we’re waving our hands
Like we don't fucking care
It's a swirling wild sea
We're all drifting around
Far away from the mainland
No source to be found
And I'm searching for answers
Without any rest
I don't believe in salvation
But I do try my best
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10. |
The Paradox Of Essence
06:13
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Oranges and lemons
Say the bells of St. Clement's
You owe me five farthings
Say the bells of St. Martin's
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey
When I grow rich
Say the bells of Shoreditch
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney
I do not know
Says the great bell of Bow
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
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11. |
Dying Cosily
06:00
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Come here
Shut the door
Shut out the lights
Sit down
Have a drink
Or have some more
Here is no sorrow
No tomorrow
All these feelings true
It was worth knowing you
Come here
Lay beside me
Lay down your head
Let go
Open yourself
And get aware
Here is no sorrow
No tomorrow
All these feelings true
It was worth knowing you
Come here
Stay with me
Stay
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12. |
Posthuman Decadence
03:52
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(instrumental)
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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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