ls of insanity

We shall escape this asylum, batter the walls of stone
Bitter farewell to the asylum, social resistance

Evade the elite armed forces
Who mindlessly scan this vastness
If discovered, use death as a first resort
Disregard the rotten stench


Meltdown


Theres an air of urgency, the wail of sirens pierces the night
The damage has already been done, irreversible accidents, security's tight
This is not a drill, it's a drastic tragedy to cope with
Time is the worst enemy, to those who play with the fate of man

Breakdown, warning - Nuclear nightmare, reality
Breakdown, warning - Contaminates society
Breakdown, warning - Radioactive atmosphere
Breakdown, warning - Mistakes are now becoming clear

Meltdown - Becomes a word of panic
Meltdown - Radiation burns the skin
Meltdown - The public has yet to be informed
Meltdown - Invisible killer closing in...

Breakdown, warning - Nuclear nightmare, reality
Breakdown, warning - Contaminates society
Breakdown, warning - Radioactive atmosphere
Breakdown, warning - Mistakes are now becoming clear

Geiger counters crackle in a frenzy, useless meters to prove our danger
An enemy that man created, how ironic that he cannot fight
Technology beyond control, build up of waste, no safe disposal

Breakdown, warning - Nuclear nightmare, reality
Breakdown, warning - Contaminates society
Breakdown, warning - Radioactive atmosphere
Breakdown, warning - Mistakes are now becoming clear to us!


Tyrants In Distress


Tyrants control - overwhelming,overbearing
Rebels are marching - into their midst
To bring them down - and cease the cruelty
Do as they wish - and remember only fear

The reign of tyranny falls, with a thunderous crash..
The swords, and axes of the rebels, are drenched with blood...
Tyrants in distress

Bringing chaos, bringing turmoil
Bringing death to the powerful kings
Breaking their skulls, breaking their bones..
Killing is foremost on the rebels' minds
The panic, the panic, the tyrants can feel, rebellious thirst for blood, cannot
be quenched
Death to the bastards of tyranny, give them to hell, you rebel missionaries!

Conformists slaughtered, where they stand...
Recalcitrance...is the rebels' battle cry..
They scream it, at the wretched tyrants..
And find the end to the power hungry authorities
who are no more....


Argonne Forest


Red memories of pyres,so long ago
Fiery troops left as smoldering embers
Broken dreams, shattered like glass
The edges still sharp, to slash and dismember

Wasted lives? Or noble ends? - innocent victims, lay staring in wonder..
Troubled minds go over the edge, fall to the ground, and are torn asunder....

Battle weary patriots, in blood stained uniforms...
Trading death with the enemy, in the volleying cannon storms...

Noble lives, with wasted ends - fates are controlled by impersonal friends..
Fragile lives,hang on delicate threads...
Woven through hell - and cut short

Charging towards the battlefront..attacking underfire
Injured soldiers in the aftermath, waiting in pain, to die!


Energetic Disassembly


Match the code make no mistake, error could be fatal
Turn the key...launch on warning...
Sleek missles streak the sky with exhaust..target awaits, the holocaust
We have passed the point of no return..can we afford to show remorse?

...As death draws near, the population cowers
Thirty minutes,away from the end of existence

Heatflash - atomic disarray
Millions perish in a single instant
Chaos wrenched from all relation of time and space
In the threshold of immence confusion
Vaporized - atoms separate...the human form, under metamorphosis

Hundreds of years of culture and civization
Are flattened into a desolate wasteland

Survivors...of nuclear destruction, live in a world cold and dark facing
Prolonged death
Those who met an immediate demise were saved from weeks of misery....


Violent Change


Oceans push forward - Oceans recede
Continually altering the masses of land
Continents shift with massive force
And spread chaos among our crumbling cities

In retaliation we reap the land clean
Of it's wealth and resource
Only to mask it with oceans of concrete
A better environment?

This world we inhabit is in constant motion
Natural changes on a grand scale
While we live our lives and petty matters
Of human interaction and social stupidity

Violent change

Blasting away the dust of this earth
Are the winds of majestic power
Smashing our dwellings with no regret
Unpredictable and merciless

Scarring the ground with our machines of steel
Our extensions - our weapons
The cycle is complete
The battle is constantly fought

Violent change
Violent change


Social Fears


In the system of humanity
Spreads a prejudiced disease
The suppression of each generation
By the previous idealogy
To voice their opposition
To our ever-advancing culture
In varying forms of objection
Yet we continue to progress -
We must

Social fears
Fears of the righteous
We will fight their fatuous ideals
Social fears
Fears of the righteous
Smash down the walls that they erect and crush the restrictions

Social fears
Fears of the righteous
We will fight their fatuous ideals
Social fears
Fears of the righteous
Smash down the walls that they erect and crush the restrictions

In guise of political conservative
Or evangelical saint
The epitome of corruption
They become most dangerous
When legislative power is granted

They make laws of their morals
We must prove ourselves as formidable enemies
To this injustice and defend our civil freedom
The moral majority are victims of social fears


Cimmerian Shadows


Stifled screams fill the chamber
Bleeding minds flow through the door
Fallen kings have lost their power
Withering knights look upon in horror
Innocence captured, chained, and beaten
Minds strong, but bodies are weak
Innocents march toward their destruction
Suspecting their fate but unable to speak

With hands of red and hoods of black
They kill the leader then take the pack
Driven by greed and hungry for power
Like vultures they strike at man's darkest hour

The world grows cold and silent
Darkened by tainted ambition
The world is clouded by hatred and greed
Cimmerian darkness and evil condition

The silence is broken by the clash of swords
The masses revolt as vexation grows
With the oppressor's defeat man's world is saved
Til' the victors' intentions are the same as their foes...