1. |
Miscarriage of Justice
03:27
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Doubled over in pain
Unable to move
Mary screams for Joseph
To be quick to soothe
Clutching her stomach
Her voice echoes as she begs
Emotions dripping
Like the foetus down her legs
Punished by Jehovah
For sweaty rutting in the dark
Mary wails
As the cult disappears with her spark
Joseph arrives too late
To save the lives he owns
Watches as his future
Bleeds out upon the stones
A world without Jesus
Was destined to see
A people with rituals
Where nature is beauty
The violence and robbery
Committed his name
Led us to question
And burn the church
That’s to blame!
Bleed Mary Bleed
Set me free
Nature is beauty
Naked is free
Burn Jesus burn
Set nature free
See us skyclad
Before you
Smashing spiritual captivity
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2. |
It's Time To Riot
01:36
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Abandoned at birth
Conditioned to gender
Mincing round school
Take shit like no other
Crushed by the system
Hassle for nothing
See things they want to
Life not for living
Strangled and beaten
Tossed to the ground
Dancing and smiling
Thoughts twist around
Simmering rage for exposure so dire
Nobody hears you. You scream thru the fire
The abuse in society the hush of the quiet
Somebody listen. It's time to riot!
Opportunity flows like the batons do rain
Nobody sees you. Your cries are in vain.
The abuse in the daylight. The hush of the quiet
Somebody notice. It's time to riot!
Protecting the innocent
Locked up by those sicker
Starve you with hunger
Smiles faces flicker
Your head is illusions
You can't know the moon
Philosophy is nonsense
Passed off as a loon
Ignored and belittled
Though your heart is talking
Blood runs past your feet
It's you they're stalking
Simmering rage for exposure so dire
Nobody hears you. You scream thru the fire
The abuse in society the hush of the quiet
Somebody listen. It's time to riot!
Opportunity flows like the batons do rain
Nobody sees you. Your cries are in vain.
The abuse in the darkness. The hush of the quiet
Somebody notice. Its time to riot!
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3. |
The Right Time To Die
06:03
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My whole life is fucked
I'm just having a good time
I can’t get a grip
I'm alright, I feel fine
My body is crumbling
My blood is diseased
I only choose lovers
Who use me and tease
On the run from my homeland
The state chasing me
On the run from paranoia
Binding me free
Every time I am hopeful
But the truth it is nigh
The illusion that life is
The illusions, the lies!
In the pit of my stomach
The blood it does spill
For the theft of the truth
All for a cheap thrill
Intellectual inadequacies
Flow like the Thames
Innocent cleanliness
Filth at the end
I can’t breathe anymore
Toxins rise in my heart
I deserve this of course
It was wrong from the start
For this realm I am in
Loveless half truths and crimes
Drives me towards
The right time to die!!!!
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4. |
Sun and Storm
07:37
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From out of the cold
we step into the warmth
For fire is the sun
and the sun is fire
Beauty tended
with the utmost care
I know you are there.
Surya, your brightness shines like no other
Eyes weep at the thought of you,
I recoil at your splendour
There is nothing else to do,
for in the end we all must bow to you
You could take us in a second
Char our flesh and burn
You could kill us with your power
We all need to learn
The darkness is behind us
pushing ever on
The wheel it turns around us
It sure won’t be too long
Until I feel you on my skin
and bask in your oozing song
Such difference feeds you
You see only one
And we each see burning you
Our God, our Goddess
Our joy, our element
Our Sun!
For I welcome the darkness
Of Mother, of Crone
A timely reminder
We all live alone
We tread in the light
But the dark is our destiny
I only worship the sun
With raven perched next to me
A passing moment in this
Our evolving old story
Folks roamed the earth
To say goodbye to glory
The light it is behind us
Showing where we’ve been
The dark it is before us
Where nothing can be seen
I am sat with you now
They all love the sun
We turned our back on summer
Turn back to where we’ve come
For you are the darkest moments in life
Pain. Anguish. Torture.
And I love you the most
As I drown off the coast
Whilst worshipping you
Lights’ own daughter.
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Don’t you touch me sir
I mean who the fuck are you
To even attempt to
Tell me what to do
Your existence in this time
Is sick, control and cruel
So get your fucking hands off me
You stole my life force – you!
It’s you who kills the children
You who rapes the aura
Of everything that lives
Created spiritual diaspora
Get the fuck away from me
You lowlife piece of scum
You not only took my life
You take a piece of everyone
Get the fuck away from me
You lowlife piece of scum
Get the fuck away from me
You lowlife piece of scum
Get the fuck away from me
You lowlife piece of scum
You not only take my life
You take everyone!
**
How the truth never came
Except for I knew
You believed I deserved it
And that you did too
For history has your head
And history has mine
You used me
I love you
We smashed the divine.
**
The Horned God
He is new-born fawn that's dying
He is hawk come swooping down
He is sound of wildwood calling
He is smelling green and brown
Out the woods he comes a-striding
From the hills and mountains high
See his antlers bright and bloody
Feel his consort hunting by
In spring he is budding
He brings life a-flooding
With sun life is growing
All hail the Horned God!
With leaves he is falling
With fruit he is sharing
With ice, life destroying
All hail the Horned God!
Hail the Horned God!
All hail the Horned God!
All hail, all hail, all hail!
Hail the Horned God!
All hail the Horned God!
All hail, all hail, all hail!!!
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Anarcho, pagan, gothic, psychedelic Witchpunk band from London.
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