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IRA LYRICS
"Dawn Of World Redemption" (2006 Demo)
1. Emotionless
2. Occult Doctrine Pt.1 ( Hidden Reality )
3. Occult Doctrine Pt.2 ( The Creature )
1. Emotionless
You burn in a hell,
Hot of pain wet of hate,
You walk on a road made of children corpses,
Made of tears of an endless cry.
Your pride is on your chest,
The highest rank,
Made of heads and hears,
That you take away.
Orders, you speak with orders !
Receive, you receive commands !
Pride of your state,
You have faith in your God,
That bastard muslim will burn innocent.
Make the suffer satisfy you as a dog with his bone,
Steal to a body find in a moat.
There you've killed him,
There you've left him,
Do you really think that the world has forgotten......him !
The revenge is coming,
Slow and hot is growing,
The heart from your chest,
Will be tear away Crying.
Get ready to the end,
Filthy soldier of death,
Get ready to the scream,
In the silence that you have created.
2. Occult Doctrine Pt.1 ( Hidden Reality )
Ghostly silence,
Gloomy views, emphasize the desperation
Of who doesn't accept feeling's involution.
New doctrines
Create to conquer the nations
Are giving their woeful results,
Unconsciously, we are getting used
To be unarmed.
Creatures born from hate
Move free between the people
Hidden by a benevolent face, for the sight unrecognizable
But extremely lethal.
Tremendous perception
Subjugated unconscious
Unreal rationality of a game for the destruction.
Occult game,
Power's depravation,
Like pawns on the chessboard we are moved
Against our will
Life homologation
Certitudes build in a lab.
3. Occult Doctrine Pt.2 ( The Creature )
None sickness, none deformity
This is the nature's denial
The human improve the bad that he has created himself
The knowledge are amplified
Looking for the immortality way,
Justifying every woe
Necessary to the evolution.
We smash every obstacle
Dictate from morality
Baby-to-be create to support the development
Creatures bereaved of a mother love
Artificial uteri breed
Science's sons
Baby-to-be create to support the development
Creatures bereaved of a mother love.
Thy will grow without roots
Unaware system's victims.
Deathly scenery are concealed to the sight,
Holy wars fighted
To pursue false ideals,
Damned innocents,
Innocent demons,
Discord bringers,
Tireless minds' enchanters,
We exploit every alternative to inject their believes.
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