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• Artiste: Purification
• Titre: Ordinary Life In An Occupied Land
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My hands tied in the back He comes to me with a punch and a sack He covers my head with a hood The noise is loud and pierces my brain My poor mother is worried sick, I´m sure She buried my brother before me, she will endure My pathetic shirts hangs proud Like a blood-stained flag unfurled I´m in here for days on end Or is it months, I no longer comprehend My poor mother is worried sick, I´m sure She buried my brother before me, she will endure I am broken now but I will not confess Soon I will leave my body Let those cowards clean up the mess He beats me again today The it another´s turn to play The noise is too loud And I can feel the shroud Warm blood dripping slowly onto the floor Pouring from this dying body My left eye is gone, and my legs, I can´t sense them anymore Shackles cutting my wrists, how much longer can I resist? Torture, it goes on for days without end I crave for death to liberate me from this torment I am broken now but I will not confess Soon I will leave my body Let those cowards clean up the mess Of my lifeless battered flesh A few more thoughts before I go I have been murdered, this is you must know I have been abdcuted and killed Because of my love for freedom, for my land, for my people From my blood that soaks the land From the copious tears that I have shed From the hidden Ditch where my body lies A vengeful wrath will soon rise The day is coming when we will drive the invader out of our land (Thanks to xATHOS for these lyrics)