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BLINDED BY FAITH LYRICS
"Imperial Collapse - Live In Quebec City" (2007 Live album)
1. Intro
2. Under An Occult Sun
3. A Perfect Imperfection
4. The Dead Don't Talk
5. Behind The Placid Mask Of The Starlit Cosmos
6. Tear The Purple Curtain
7. Reptilian Shudders
8. The World Has Something To Offer
9. The Triumph Of Treachery
10. The Last Missive
11. Finger On The Trigger
12. Burning Rebellion
1. Intro
2. Under An Occult Sun
“Nations are our enemy
Everyone’s chained up for a prosperous economy
With our knowledge let us build a magic place
To teach people how they must think
Of useless needs the sheep will abuse
For the New World Order we’ll sow disorder
Brothers, the plan is in place and betrayers will be erased”
Illuminatis: sorcerer-pedophiles
Managers of wars and true holders of Power
They are hidden dictators inducting fear into our spheres
Brainwashing people with deadening tasks and trickeries
So many countries in the claws of Jewish bankers
Do you really know who prints your money
The great architects, Free-masons of the highest degree
Rothschild, Rockefeller and the disgusting company
From the Hollywood hills, secret hives and via satellites
A spell has been thrown on us
We are under an occult sun
Mass Medias around the world
Teach children plastic values
Carefully reminding how far life goes dramatic
Should I trust this masquerade like an idiot?
World wide news is the case of a press agency
Where nobody’s allowed to add a touch of honesty
I now see through your lies
I’m shielded to face the treachery
Illuminatis: sorcerer-pedophiles
Starvation creators and terrorist employers
Behind the scene they decide who shall govern
Trapping people within their mind for their security
Obelisk, pyramid and strange symbolism
Proofs of their power stand everywhere
The eternal flame is still burning,
Is there someone knowing why?
The mighty of these days are still the same than yesterday
Enslaved as our ancestors, we pay for decay
3. A Perfect Imperfection
Welcome on earth, everyone
Not just a sphere, but a vibrant organism…
And like a lovely mother for her young child
She’s offering a higher learning
Nicely revealed by the beauty of her allies
On this life-ball grows procreation
A mighty race facing a billion paths
But, in a sickening act, she choose treason
Within this perfect being
Ring so much echoes of hate
Those discordant feelings bang inside the vault
And the stars are crying…
They share the blame of our own failure
And the stars are bleeding…
Wounded by the humanity’s rupture
In heights stands the silver fortress
Where golden secrets are sent in silence
Through consciousness they tell a truth
“No one can escape from the result of their choices”
Justice of foreign forces, humans are a perfect imperfection
Within a perfect being,
In the name of Gods,
Conflicts are gathering
And races crack is ever-growing
While Nature is speaking only the deaf is listening
With an open eye, see, Mother dying
Reflecting the spectre of a spiritual disaster
Even under the reign of a cruel queen
And the yoke of many borders
It is allowed to dream of another reality:
-Solidification through unification-
Poor trivialities we shall abandon
Material needs now hide the essential seeds
By handing to our fellow men the sceptre of love and honesty
Wonders of life will show the way onwards a unified humanity
4. The Dead Don't Talk
Conquerors burn the chronicles, archives are erased in auto-da-fe
The invaded ones lose their past and identity
As the scribes embellish the legend of the strong
Slaves are doomed to kneel and stay mute
The dead don't talk
Elites recreate reality for their own profit
In the dark, cold blood liars tangle the tracks
Disfigure effigies and pull the strings
Make the puppets dance a grotesque waltz
Some truths still sleep in the shadow
In the gulf of the unknown where no probe can go
We must scratch the varnish to touch the rotten wood
And break the cast to uncover the infected wounds
Those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it
Reality is written in blood and tears
Learn to perceive what's beyond the evidence
Tear the blindfold, lift the veil
Chase out the spies that lurk behind the wall of Shame
We are told what to think and who we must hate
Force fed with sentences with no sense
Like "the land of freedom versus the evil axis!"
Vain rhetoric, shallow speeches... We're sick of this shit
But for sure, we'll hear it again
As long as the media's diarrhoeas will be poured in our brains
The question is not "are you free to speak?"
But "can you afford to be listened to?"
The Star - Spanged Banner can be a gag , such a useful tool...
It's time to make a stand
We must now understand
That Machiavellian forces rule the world
It's time to break the door open
No more eavesdropping
The game is over, we'll wreck the plan
5. Behind The Placid Mask Of The Starlit Cosmos
Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos
or underneath the messy stars
scattered on the canvas of night
Someone is victim of the vision
of suspicious forms skulking in the sky
They came, and will come again
Them, the unknown, the alien,
aboard their huge spaceships
Illuminating infinity
Perhaps are we only a subspecie,
an uncommon subject of scientific
experiences on earth's vast laboratory?
Many humans have ever been kidnapped and examined
Are they the odd gods our ancestors once revered?
The sowers of our primitive civilizations?
Or merely witnesses of our self-destruction?
They have probably paced the earth
from a pole to the other :
What lecagy remains of them
on this huninged sphere?
Our ridiculous selfishness
made us believe we were
the only life form in the Universe
To me, it's crystal clear we are not...
Cyborgs we already are
alloys of flesh and synthetic matters
Half-robots, half-humans
with our prosthesis and implants
Polluting our environment to sterilize it
Qui sait si nous ne sommes pas des monstres
nous qui distillons nos émotions pour les vendre?
Those interdimensional travellers
May be afraid of our madness.
Only when they'll land to stay
shall we at last realise the truth....
6. Tear The Purple Curtain
I can see beneath the veil
And the curtain of Hypocrisy
The hidden nature of things.
Get rid of your old perception
And you’ll behold a world in decrepitude
Controlled by unseen hands.
Geniuses of camouflage,
Dwarves on pedestals,
Lead the throng with a perfid tongue
And a sardonic sneer.
You must read between the lines
To find out what their treacherous words hide:
“We are right and they are wrong,
They are weak and we are strong.
For freedom’s sake we attack
And wipe the blood of our foes with a flag.
Come by my side, reveal your patriotic pride,
We hold the hammer of justice,
Sacrosanct keepers of purity,
We need more lives to feed the machine…
We have to win, by any mean,
In blood we trust, there is no choice,
The planet is overpopulated,
It’s our duty to clean it up.
Some sub humans deserve to die,
That’s why I opt for a gentle genocide:
To secure peace is to prepare for war…”
And it goes on and on, the American way of lie,
An utopia sold to the fools who follow a false idol.
During that time, the gears of Power grind peoples
But silent slaughters don’t disturb one’s sleep.
I’m part of an ill generation whose forehead
Bear the stigmata of fictive revolutions
But my hands are tied and I’m mute
Chocking with my own despair
The plain red of these curtains is clotted scabs and dried bloodstains
It’s so clear, can’t you hear the human tragedy which is played?
A supreme terror spreads in the shadows
The dunes resound with a million screams
Geyser of tears erupt from the burning ground
As skeleton nations march for vengeance
7. Reptilian Shudders
Once again, the sun has sunk in the horizon,
Breaching the Occident with crimson wounds,
Come, o Noctambulesque, creep under my shroud
and spread concupiscence in languorous pantomimes :
your pleasure's the law if you discover mine...
Your scales' caresses -reptilian shudders-
compensates for the bruise left by fangs and claws.
As saliva gives lustre, I linger with fever over your every pore,
squirming by the temple where scrumptious vices dwell.
Seduced thus uxorious, tantalized by your venomous gaze,
I shine the idol of overshadowed rites,
this noble jewel deserves peculiar cares :
a tongue alone won't do the trick to lick the drizzle of strange frolics,
to quaff the monstrous passions that lurk in your leer.
Your hospitable hiatus
exhales hedonistic delights,
and I taste it as a beast in a feast
Words seem superfluous, we use another language,
But alas! Confuse contradictions!
Madrigals are tattooed inside your womb
as the bane of lust rages.
An ardent and insidious duet
lay on a soil cleansed of taboos
in a hellcove where the supreme offering is brought,
an interlude amid turmoil.
We should never relinquish our immoderate projects,
may they lead us to our ruin...
A familiar spectre shortens our nights, the ignoble Somnolence.
Now that we have blessed our flesh,
our both souls should here coalesce;
We're dislocated in amorous convulsions,
-the aftermath of demented clasps -
Shatter my rib-cage and extirpate my heart
that source of trouble stuck in Ut,
the burden of Melancholy alters my shoulders.
" I cannot love except where Death
Is mingling his with Beauty's breath. "
-(Edgar A. Poe)
8. The World Has Something To Offer
I was born alone in a crypt
Where I grew up as an hermit.
This decrepit cave is filled
With petrified figures.
I’ve devoted my life to infamy
Among these tombs I’ve called my family.
But today, fed up with this polluted air,
I escape from my shrine
To discover the lakes and mountains around.
My heart wonders at the magnificence
Of a landscape under a vibrant dawn.
The world has something to offer
That gives me the force to go further.
Again and again, I’ll climb these mountains
And catch every golden ray of light.
The pure breeze cleans out my lungs,
The road is hard and long, but not that much,
As hope lifts me to the highest summits.
Making a stop to drink from a spring
I meet mountain people,- strong and straight-
And followed them in their village
To continue my pilgrimage.
They welcome me like a king,
As if I was their long gone friend.
Women are lovely and children smile,
I’d like to stay here for a while,
But I must go on, my search’s not over yet,
And I’ll never regret my ancient casket.
9. The Triumph Of Treachery
Dawn of the sixteenth century:
Rome the whore spreads wide her legs
for Luxury, Lechery,and their bloody corollary...
Hypocrite town built on heathen grounds,
welcome the foulest clan:
Caesar, Rodrigo and Lucretia,
the orgiac Borgias...
On the outside, the Duke Caesar is an accomplished gentleman,
but he's two-faced, his kindness is all on the surface,
and according to scandalmongers, he's even crueller than clever.
Black eyes, black hair and dark velvet
contrast with the cadaveric whiteness of his flesh.
His father's nothing less than the Supreme Pontiff,
a master in the art to fornicate with the Immaculate,
a profligate, despite his functions - fraud of god -
who meets fleshly Maries in a boudoir next to the sanctuary.
These two baroque monsters share the same lust for power,
seeking to reunite a divided Italy under their unique authority.
They transform the court of Vatican in a place of delights and elegance
where several crowned heads discover the corrosive virtues
of a platter seasoned to poison…
Campaign after campaign, they conquer;
those who don't surrender are swiftly sent six feet under.
With despotic politics and diplomacy,
they amass riches and resentment of many enemies.
Amidst all this depravity, young Lucretia's an oasis of purity,
although the noble mob and rightful crooks, skilled in sycophancy,
covet her hymen through nebulous hymns…
Slave of her malefic lineage, crushed by a ceremonial gown,
the poor child, used and abused,
copes three alliances of tribulations.
But soon, on an afternoon, after a dinner with a friend,
the pope suffers from severe stomach burns.
Some days later, he dies in his bed full of sweat,
leaving behind him only troubles and confusion:
The empire he bequeaths to his son
dissolves as dew under the sun.
The House is abolished,
but the name remained in history
as a synonymous of treachery.
10. The Last Missive
Bamberg, July 24 1628
My dear, O dearest Margaret,
How I wish to hold you in my arms!
But, I shall never again,
As I’m rotting in a cold cell,
Condemned for odious crimes I’ve never commit.
Please, pardon my awful writing,
I can barely hold a feather
Since my torturers have crushed my finger.
As you can see, I’m still bleeding while writing this letter…
I was accused of sorcery and as you know,
At the Church Court, you’re guilty even when you’re not.
In the obscure atmosphere of a dirty dungeon,
I was stripped naked and whipped
By merciless, masked persecutors.
Your pain is their gain, so you’d yell in vain.
Tied to the rack and quartered,
Every fibre of my frame ached,
O the ripping suffering I endured…
But I’ll spare you the most gruesome details.
Unable to bear further torture,
I had to make up some sins,
And denounce my accomplices:
What a pathetic masquerade!
Tomorrow, I’ll be burned on the pyre.
I just can’t sleep at night,
Assailed by haunting visions…
I did nothing wrong, my conscience is pure,
In my mind I’ll be innocent until the end.
They can attack my weak flesh,
But my soul remains unstained!
My judges will be judged
For their twisted caricature of justice.
Feeble slaves, clung to their bible,
Dedicating a cult to abomination.
When ignorance is sovereign,
Superstitions kill and Faith rhymes with Crimes.
One of my jailers
Whose heart still knows human feelings
Promised me to give you this missive.
As soon as you receive it,
Run away from this land of madness.
The sun goes down,. A mournful organ
Seems to groan a theme for my requiem.
Farewell, beloved daughter,
Your father shall embrace you nevermore…
11. Finger On The Trigger
Point blank indoctrination,
Brainwashed youth, brought down, twisted, crushed and recast
Formatted robots, ready to be programmed
Inhumane principles to spawn the ideal soldier:
Psychological shutdown!
Disintegrate individuality, annihilate identity,
Until all mental forces collapse,
The redesign the self to serve abstract authorities
Blind killing machines, recruited at eighteen
Almost children, perfect preys to defile
Slaves, pawns, cannon fodder!
A neurotic instructor pours cement in your skull:
"Listen to me, silly sissies, faggots with no balls,
You're worst than nothing to me,
worthless scumbags with no backbones.
If you wanna be somebody here,
Don't think twice, don't think at all, just do what you're told,
And it's gonna be the best of both worlds.
You need some strict discipline!"
Chorus:
Glory to the star splanged-banner! Now let us pray...
A good American is a man
who was born with a finger on the trigger
to erase the problem cases and promote the noble causes.
A real American is a man who's willing to die
for his beloved country
Crawl in the mud or on your friend's corpse.
It doesn't matter how many people are killed,
Never mind how much blood is spilled,
Victory is ours, we never surrender
"Enemies lurk in every corner, the threat is permanent,
We rightfully suspect and purge.
Never hesitate to bomb the fuckers!"
They don't even know they serve higher interests!
Corporations behold the the show and laugh in the shadows,
orchestrating wars from afar, financing fear and worldwide paranoia,
protecting their previleges as armies crumble on the battlefield.
With an elastic morality, they speculate on humain pain,
led by their lust for power.
See nothing, say nothing, hear nothing: credo of the corruptors!
Chorus:
Glory to the star splanged-banner! Now let us pray...
A good American is a man
who was born with a finger on the trigger
to erase the problem cases and promote the noble causes.
A real American is a man who's willing to die
for his beloved country
From the ashes of Britannia rose a country
struck by a collective Viet Namnesia
Uncle Sam is out of control, out of reach
Happy bloodbath, Mr. President!
Democracy is now a vain word,
Peace goes down the drain.
12. Burning Rebellion
A crescendo of furious winds
Unleashes apocalypse
As flashing lightning bolts lacerate the skies
The storm rises and roars a funeral orison
All over the world
A merciless devastation is spawned by chaotic voices:
“ You’ve tried to usurp the rights of my own
And failed to master the secrets of elements,
O careless, unconscious Human,
Tiny grain of sand in the desert of life!
Now it’s too late to kneel and beg for clemency,
You must pay for your criminal domination.
Prepare for your punishment,
You’ll perish in torment…”
Nature has decided to take a rightful revenge,
Awaking lava forces from the underground depths
Volcanoes erupt and spit rivers of fire
The brutal energy of a brutal rebellion
The atmosphere is set ablaze
With impetuosity, earth’s blood gushes forth
And wreaks incredible havoc
Elements seem possessed, they now reign
Elements seem enraged, the Doomsday has come
Seismic disasters open unknown faults
Our constructions reveal their frailty
Bridges, highways and skyscrapers collapse
Citizens go nuts, struck by a global panic
No safe shelter, no way to escape the cataclysm
The hurricane’s mayhem spares no one
Desolation…
A giant wave invades valleys and plains
The flood soon submerge every continent
A single ocean purifies this planet’s surface
Erasing the last memories of our civilization
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