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No Tears
02:02
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flesh-hungry hog on a mission in blood
corporate life wrecker
ignorant pig fucking doing god`s work
state-run life sucker
a shadow army for the whores of war
no tears, no tears
corporate life wrecker
state-run life sucker
corporate life wrecker
no dead, no tears
who cares? not me.
no tears as the bodies of the dead
dangle overhead, torn to pieces
chopped and burned, twisted and grotesque
while the living frolic beneath them
who cares? not me.
Mogadishu, October 1993: 18 US soldiers killed in city riots, pictures of dead bodies ground through the streets in the news. Estimated 1.000 to 1.500 Somalian militia men and civilian deaths. Nothing of that in the news. Falluja, March 2004: 4 Blackwater mercenaries killed, pictures of dead bodies hanging from a bridge in the news. Iraq coalition casualty count by August 2009: 4652. Documented Iraq civilian deaths from violence in the period: 90.000 to 100.000. Nothing of that in the news. So, what´s the best quote? 1.2 % ? 4.6 % ? Pakistan, July 2009: 20 dead supposable Al-Qaeda leaders offset up to 700 civilian deaths. Death by a drone. Simple as that. George H. W. Bush´s ” No Dead !” policy finally works.
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A Gleam of Hope
02:19
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operation overthrow, the king will loose his head
god will burn, the future is fire
nothing to loose but our chains
breed us, beat us, shoot us like dogs,
nothing to loose but our chains
your king soon dead, god will fall
bricks and clubs and axes, our answer to their bullets
our only answer to their fucking bullets
we want his head, we`re weaving it in
serve us the head of your fucking king
enough was enough, let repayment begin
cursed be your god, cursed be your king
we`ll take the head of your fucking king
we`re weaving your shroud, let repayment begin
we`re weaving it in
we`re weaving it in
the ternary curse, we`re weaving it in
Inspired by the Heinrich Heine poem ” Die schlesischen Weber”, first published in ”Vorwärts!” by Karl Marx , 10th June 1844.
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Children of the Ashes
02:23
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CHILDREN OF THE ASHES
Pigs in power, madmen acting
Mushroom clouds fill the skies
Doomsday’s calling, Europe’s burning
Mushroot clouds fill the fucking skies
We’re doomed from the start, no future no hope
No future no hope, we’re doomed from the start
No future no hope, no future no hope
„…And these atomic bombs which science burst upon the world that night were strange even to the men who used them.“
H.G- Wells, „The World Set Free“, 1914
I can still recall the fear I felt in the early 80s when a nuclear threat knocked at our door. NATO Exercise Reforger, US tanks wasting fields in the backyard of our house, Pershing II Missiles supposed to be based at the surrrounding Sebalder Reichswald, that´s how I remember Cold War. Anyway, it´s just a freak of luck that we didn´t become children of the ashes like the people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
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Wings of Defeat
02:59
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WINGS OF DEFEAT
cultivated erudite men, in prime of their young lives
grabbed the clock since with every tick the hand was
advancing towards their death
death is imminent
death is approaching
death is decided
well willing to sacrifice,
but how could one cope with the immence of death?
forced to volunteer, told to die happily
these ones were told to kill
the others were told to die
trained toe trigger, shot on the spot
a life in the shadow of death
“Sweet and proper it is to die for your country,
But Death would just as soon come after him
Who runs away; Death gets him by the backs
Of his fleeting knees and jumps him from behind.“
HORACE, liber tertius
A song about japanese Kamikaze pilots, no suicide bombers like most people think. While the hogs of the SS were told to kill, student soldiers where told to die. Even if they missed their targets and could escape, they wouldn´t survive war. Probably they got a 2nd chance to die on a new suicide mission, if not, they were simply shot on the spot: Death was decided for them.
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Germinate from Blood
02:31
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in livestock waggons, up to the front
blood, guts, bullets, there s gas in the ditch
up to the front – up to the front
pumping fresh blood,
the enemy shall bleed to death
rats dig their way
rats gnaw their way through the bowels of these fools
rats dig their way, rats gnaw their way
one million fools, forward into death
fodder to lubricate the warmachine
fucking fools, fodder for the whore
fodder for the fucking warmachine
sacrificial lambs, called into death
fodder to lubricate the warmachine
Gut und Blut, give their blood
spill their blood to continue this war
fucking fools, called into death,
fucking fools
Gut und Blut, give their blood,
spill their blood to continue this war
”Gut und Blut fuer unseren Kaiser, Gut und Blut fuers Vaterland” stated an austrian picture postcard from 1916.
What if not the Great War finally revealed the same old lie: Dulce et decorum est, Pro patria mori.
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Crippled Creator
02:14
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got no god … god is dead … despite he never was
attention feeble fucker: which idol is your lord?
god is dead, this antagonist of light
human sheep, doomed to believe
ants will rule another thousand years
god is dead … despite he never was
a selfless figure, the one benign redeemer
whose son did writhe in pain for man?
a slaughter god, a reveller of death
whose long white filthy beard is dripping blood?
god is dead … despite he never was
no sadist figure, no fucking great redeemer
his flesh, for human sin, he sacrificed himself?
god is dead, this antagonist of light
despite he never was
Q: Who created the creator? A: Which creator?
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An Unending Hell
02:00
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once blood-soaked soil a place where gorgeous flowers grow
dead black burned doomed youth dung, another war to come
…in this unending hell
on countless fields wild flowers blow
between the crosses row on row
no passing-bells for these, no prayers nor sympathy
for these who war on death, for lives: not men, for flags
no passing-bells for these who die as cattle
only bells presage another war to come
…in this unending hell
once blood-soaked soil a place where gorgeous flowers grow
dead black burned doomed youth dung, another war to come
an unending hell.
„Wir sehen Menschen leben, denen der Schaedel fehlt: wir sehen Soldaten laufen, denen beide Fuesse weggefetzt sind; sie stolpern auf den splitternden Stuempfen bis zum naechsten Loch; ein Gefreiter kriecht zwei Kilometer weit auf den Haenden und schleppt die zerschmetterten Knie hinter sich her; ein anderer geht zur Verbandsstelle, und ueber seine festhaltenden Haende quellen die Daerme; wir sehen Leute ohne Mund, ohne Unterkiefer, ohne Gesicht; wir finden jemand, der mit den Zaehnen zwei Stunden die Schlagader seines Armes klemmt, um nicht zu verbluten, die Sonne geht auf, die Nacht kommt, die Granaten pfeifen, das Leben ist zu Ende.“
Erich Maria Remarque
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Dead Beat
02:23
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strangled by a grip so strong
trapped within but marching on
towards this sateless gorge we head
dead-beat – marching on
trapped within but marching on
stuck within this fucking mill of bones
less than a teardrop in the blink of one’s eye
in this inescapable dead end called life
dead-beat – marching on
marching on, marching on
strangled by a grip so strong
trapped within but marching on
towards this sateless gorge (onward into this void) we head
trapped within but marching on
stuck within this fucking mill of bones
less than a teardrop in the blink of one`s eye
in this inescapable dead end called life
marching on, marching on
towards this sateless gorge
a neverending cycle of death, dead-beat
trapped within, trapped within
stuck within this mill of bones
a neverending cycle of death, dead-beat
strangled by a grip so strong
strangled by a grip so tight
strangled by a grip so strong – dead-beat – marching on
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