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• Artiste: Soreption
• Titre: Död Jord
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When the burden of the dead spills to the living The corporate machine continues under a pseudonym The last gasp for free air, for the ones in opposition Under the filth and blood feeds a flag of independence The disease is in their fetal minds Gluttonous greed is in their mold Future fear, famine, hunger, all to shape The dead earth A tesseract of realities, where the elder breeds As death comes close, the hunger for survival grows The dead earth When blood is law and greed follows we own Our dead earth The darkest of times just before a rebellion The grinding of machines quiets by the uprising One night, there he hangs, the father of lies Ripped skin cuts deep, the warden of lives A flood of filth, the anger, and joy Bursts up to the surface, filling the void Future fear, famine, hunger, all to shape The dead earth A tesseract of realities, where the elder breeds As death comes close, the hunger for survival grows The dead earth When blood is law and greed follows we own Our dead earth The world is ripe to recontaminate The golden wings of freedom are but rusted machinery The screams of joy, turn to void Between their grave and eldritch horror A nation stands in the ashes, awake In the destruction brought by their twisted fate It was not the end, the apocalypse But a parasitic bond that formed now into forever Framtiden formas av hunger och självhat Död Jord Oavsett öde så pryglas vi av attentat Död Jord Bränn mig för överheten, skålla mig i lögner Död Jord Oavsett vad som leder oss till evigheten så överlever Död jord