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ALEPH LYRICS
"Promo 2002" (2002 Demo)
1. Hallowed Hatred
2. Sins of the Fathers
3. Crossroads
1. Hallowed Hatred
Violent religious disciplines once tried to civilize savane lands
With such an arrogance, sound like condemn
Repressing the word centuries of superstition, masses in fear of punishin god
Between blind faith and duty
Bi brothers of the world, among the fascist
Sick hierarchies, judges of the lower
Supposed to rapresent the people ( they soon forgotten )
Why should the pharaoh renounce to his throne.
Tell me something-i haven't heard yet
Hallowed hatred- i'll resist such goodness
Hallowed hatred- refuse their charity
Faithful ancestors fed with ignorance
Managed by their fathers, sufforing love-no love
Dead in purple clothes terrified by comunism
Do you remember the Berlin wall? Capitalism keeps on casting bricks
No reflections in the water, would a god ( as his minister do and did )
Promote racial prejudice? Look...... the cradle of intolerance rocks on and on
Half assed smiling dictators-forged in wind of repression-sure source of aggression
Cultural colonialism, slayer of centuries
And you know what i think they don't believe in the god they preach.
2. Sins of the Fathers
The bullet penetrates the form, they already knew everything
Doleful, reckless steps raise the dust
The eyes deceive the conscience, but how can you judge
Soils deformed by their nazi marches
Blood is there to see beyond shields (and words) and you suffoke your stare
Asphalt's wet the proof concealed, much more evident
See them smiling, gambling with our skin, smelling the air in search of prey
Loading arms knowing well you can expect nothing but fear
When you're other from them and they're waiting for that
Equality's the shown off belief, mask on blood and waste
Imposture of free empires, jails and jailers of differences
That blood is there for all, you can't believe it's what we asked for
I felt as good as dead, the judge overturned his own rules
All I know, they keep on acting the sins of the fathers
An instant : you suddenly figure out what you're facing
Can you hear me beyond my tombstone ? No, no
While people shape the same tremendous sculpture - but we are nothing but things there -
Deformed and aberrant, voiceless and faceless, and the blood is still there
Don't clean it up, don't clean it up
I wish I could devastate the real with the hate in my cry
Tear the chest of power and devour its heart
Murderous jaws like theirs, eyes exploding amoral lunacy
I was told that the sky had turned black that day
The truth lies corpse desecrated laughed at
Freedom a paradox, for it's sealed behind those walls
That's why that day I felt wounded to death
Nailed to the cross profane Jewish majesty
Fathers building other jails, increasing social disease
Raising fences in politics of foreclosure
Don't clean up the blood, don't clean up the truth
Never tell the subdued about his pathetic self made identity
He might kill to prove that he's free
Freedom… overseen gently, every breath of yours
But if the river revolts no more ground you can exploit
They didn't try to be different, They didn't even try
Tactics of hate celebrate the flesh's catharsis
Men and women bend on their knees, forever scarred
Dissent that runs away means a lost chance
But the fathers always laugh taking flesh off our bones
Watch my news and then write it clear
The fist that strikes carries fear within its fold
Amphetamine cops drunk with their power
Gather in front of you for there's too much to loose
Look at us fathers… do you recognise yourselves in what we've become ?
Bloomed into what you hate and fear, what you hate and fear !
3. Crossroads
- I -
What people think they really feel the need are certain value classes, inside of which they feel their conscience white as their skin (and someone to remember this to them all).
I sholuld scorn people like you (I feel obliged to).
If it's true that ground is fed with your steps - then you've made sour, boy.
On a grey landscape, dust made out of bones, I'm the thirsty through your land, (this land) that needs to be discussed, (this land, our land) that needs to be stirred, flow…
…as blood… as water
- II -
Words melt into tears, the departures within the heart
As if we were nomad tribes the wind shows us its path from the crossroads
And while migrating from the cold, leaving back the shelter the reason
Longing for what would starve out desires, before we could figure it out.
Leaving a motherland who had grown hopes in her heart
This some hope that with you ploughs the stream
You try not to feel the loss of ties you wish immortal
When the shore has now vanished from sight you know
The sea could swallow you.
To cross the desert brings nothing divine leaves only thirst
And there isn't even love to strenghten us - or that's we think we see
Many now are faraway from your heart and eyes, that's what you feel
The path from the crossroads will start with or without you
No man on earth bets his life without a good reason
It hurts to know you count less just for being there
Treaties say we're born equal but what we achieve then
We don't die as heroes death is just one chance
All path cross each other sooner or then, some get better thanks that
The rest can thank their gods, certain things you just can't ask
Words can shape what I cannot touch and see
No reason, no reason, no reason for you to erase lives
Nothing we have but this love
Hate, hate bled from privation
With heart pregnant I can only create my soul
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