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Rodjka
03:33
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Rodjka:
To rid the world of a parasite, an abscess.
To perform the greater good, to transcend,
and become; achieve, the greatness withheld.
A life ended for the sake of us all…
Rodjka
An act with no way to abscond nor return,
A remorse, borderless and profound.
A need, an urge, to purge oneself and to be cleansed
With the fulfillment of punishment - to bow to grace…
Rodjka
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Katyusha '44
02:38
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Katyusha ‘44:
Through night and day relentlessly,a thundering presence at place.
A line uncrossable, unbreakable,a front comes to an end…
Halestorms of fire - ceaselessly!
A behemothian wall - to die upon…
Organs of doom
Organs of doom - Katyusha ‘44
A bellowing of Hades like, triumphant in it’s horrendous glory.
Orchestrating the coming end, in chaotic bursts without mercy...
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Gulag's a Bitch
02:24
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Gulag's a Bitch:
A correctional institution for one and for all
Dissidents gathered as one and the same
In the archipelago where death is a price to be gained
Ends to justify the means when a population is cleansed
The dispersing of a discourse in the leanest of ways
Giving words to Denitsov: “Gulag’s a bitch”
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Syphilitic Supreme
03:10
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Syphilitic Supreme:
A mockery in it self, no parody is needed here,
for laughable at best, is what’s praised as ideals…
One against all,
Unique and unbowed,
Übermensch, or a
Syphilitic Supreme
From clarity to naught, views lessened by each year.
A mind eroded and gone, frailty as strengths reward…
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We Burn
03:59
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We Burn:
In a time where truth’s merely optional
Where we dwell in the echo chambers of choice
Where opposition is aggravation and assault
Discussion has no place left…
We burn - every bridge in sight
We burn - all prospects of change
When governmental enlightenment
is but a parliament ablaze
When distrust has replaced all questions
We’ve begun digging our children’s graves
We burn…
A polarization accepted as norm
Entrenched and hostile have become our new ideals
When treated as virtues we use vices as torch
Lightening the fumes, extinguishing all hope…
We burn!
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Kicked to Sleep
01:58
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Kicked to Sleep:
In the darkest of nights, where no light shines through,
By sweet promises drawn - for a punch to the gut…
Feral it hits, unseen it charges,
No mercy nor peace, will be given tonight!
You are - Kicked to Sleep!
Battered and bruised, swept of the feats,
Collapsed and fatigued, a mere shell of a former self...
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Death of a Playwright
02:50
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Death of a Playwright:
A quarrel without a cause, a pursuit for its own sake
Time to push what one may take
Trials of solitude by the tune of baying hounds - and death’s abound!
Noble incivility, a clash of wits
Failure of reason, failure of sense
Too little purpose before a life fades
Flashing steel, a clang of blades
Lonesome journeys on path well traveled
A life sealed by honour, blood spilled in its name - and death’s abound!
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We Fight and We Die
03:21
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We Fight and We Die
Infinitely minuscule in it’s shade, bouldering giants of goliathan shape,
to beat one's hands bloodied upon…
No compassion can be assumed as we fight until we die…
Trials to break those included: a system self sufficient,
By, for, and against its citizens.
All endeavours proven meaningless while in hopelessness we fight and we die...
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The Past is a Foreign Country
A probated imagery at the heart of this self deceit, manufactured in order to serve and unite the few…
Myth and lore treated as truth, binds us to soil as if essential to our beings and well.
The conundrum of identity simplified to bloodlines, construed to serve unstated means…
We bind- ourselves to blood!
We forge - tales to truth!
Viewing the mirrored image through a lens perverted, implicitly oblivious to what’s seen…
A past familiarized through ideological structuring, a framework for a history reshaped:
For it is rotten and foul, not roots and not soil - but a falsehood to build ourselves upon!
We blind - ourselves with blood!
We forge - the lies we need!
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Raskolnik Norrköping, Sweden
Mega fuzz power trio
Guitar/Vocals - Jonas
Bass - Chris
Drums - Emund
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