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MEGALITH LYRICS
"The Law of Life" (1999 Demo)
1. God is Alive (Short Version)
2. An ode Subjugation (Short Version)
3. The Law of Life
4. God is Alive
5. An ode Subjugation
1. God is Alive (Short Version)
GOD IS ALIVE
I AM THE ROCK IN THE ROUGH SEA
STANDING HERE SOLID TO ALL ETERNITY
I AM THE THREAT THAT WON`T DISAPPEAR
YOU KNOW OF MY POWER AND I KNOW OF YOUR FEAR
I AM THE EVERLASTING NATURAL LAW
CRUSHING BENEATH ME THE INFERIOR
I AM THE YOUTH OVERCOMING THE OLD
NOT IMPRESSED BY YOUR RANK NOR YOUR MONEY AND GOLD
I AM THE EMINENCE RULING BY PROVIDENCE
I AM THE PURIFIER DROWNING YOU IN YOUR MIRE
I AM THE EVIDENCE PROVING YOUR IMPOTENCE
I AM THE CRUCIFIER NAILING A NEW EMPIRE
I AM THE THICK OAK IN THE STORM
ROOTED INTO THE SOIL WHERE MY FOREFATHERS WERE BORN
I AM THE LEADER OF THE MASSES
DIRECTING THEIR POWER, UNITING THE CLASSES
I AM THE EAGLE FLYING FREE
WATCHING OVER MY HOMELAND, MY DEAR GERMANY
I AM THE LIGHT THAT`S BREAKING THROUGH
AWAKING THE PEOPLE AND FRIGHTENING YOU
I AM THE EMINENCE RULING BY PROVIDENCE
I AM THE PURIFIER DROWNING YOU IN YOUR MIRE
I AM THE EVIDENCE PROVING YOUR IMPOTENCE
I AM THE CRUCIFIER NAILING A NEW EMPIRE
I AM THE FORTHCOMING FIRE
ABLAZING YOUR PYRE
BURNING YOUR DOMAIN
I AM THE LAUGHTER YOU HEAR
ACHING IN YOUR EAR
DRIVING YOU INSANE
I AM THE ORDER SUPREME
DESTROYING YOUR DREAM
DARKENING YOUR DAY
I AM THE REVENGE OF THOSE
WHOSE LAND YOU CHOSE
TO GIVE AWAY
I AM ALIVE
I AM THE FORTHCOMING FIRE
ABLAZING YOUR PYRE
BURNING YOUR DOMAIN
I AM THE LAUGHTER YOU HEAR
ACHING IN YOUR EAR
DRIVING YOU INSANE
I AM THE ORDER SUPREME
DESTROYING YOUR DREAM
DARKENING YOUR DAY
I AM THE REVENGE OF THOSE
WHOSE LAND YOU CHOSE
TO GIVE AWAY
NOTHING GREAT WILL EVER BE ACHIEVED WITHOUT GREAT MEN, AND MEN ARE GREAT ONLY IF THEY ARE DETERMINED TO BE SO.
CHARLES DE GAULLE (1890-1970)
2. An ode Subjugation (Short Version)
AN ODE TO SUBJUGATION
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT I HAVE BECOME A WINNER
AND IF STUPIDITY IS A SIN I AM NOW A SINNER
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT SUCCESS IS ON MY SIDE
OBEDIENCE IS MY FIRST LAW AND MAINSTREAM IS MY GUIDE
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT I WORSHIP MY TV
WHATEVER THEY MAY BROADCAST I SURE NEVER DISAGREE
THE POPE`S A SATANIST AND OF COURSE WE TODAY STILL ARE GUILTY
OF CRIMES THE GERMANS COMITTED IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT I SUPPORT IMMIGRATION
EXPORTING JOBS, IMPORTING WORKERS, THAT`S THE WAY TO BUILD A NATION
TODAY IMMIGRANTS ARE THE BASIS OF EVERY CIVILISATION
AND ALL THOSE WHO DISAGREE DESERVE EXTERMINATION
BUT SOMETIMES IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT WHEN NO ONE SEES OR HEARS ME
I REMEMBER THE TIMES IN WHICH MY THOUGHTS USED TO ROAM FREE
THEN I CAN SEE OUR NAKEDNESS, OUR WEAKNESS AND OUR FEAR
THEN I`M AFRAID THAT OUR SHALLOW WORLD SOON WILL DISAPPEAR
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT I`VE TRAINED MYSELF TO CRY
IN EVERY SPEECH THAT I NOW HOLD A TEARDROP LEAVES MY EYE
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT PITY IS MY DOMAIN
A SOFT, ENORMOUS HEART BEATS BELOW MY TINY BRAIN
LET`S DANCE ON THE GRAVE OF OUR NATION, COME ON MY FRIENDS, JOIN MY SONG
TAKE YOUR GLASSES, YOUR RED BANNERS, DRINK WITH ME AND SING ALONG
THIS IS MY ODE TO SUBJUGATION, MY ANTHEM TO SLAVERY
WITH AN IRON HAND OUR NEW HUMANITY SHALL RULE GERMANY
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT I LOVE TO DEMONSTRATE
MY BEST FRIENDS DO NOTHING ELSE SINCE 1968
SOMETIMES WE DO THAT VIOLENTLY BECAUSE WE HAVE TO COMPENSATE
THESE ENDLESS WEEKS OF ALWAYS BEEING SO KIND AND COMPASSIONATE
SINCE I`M POLITICALLY CORRECT THE CHRISTIANS REALLY LOVE ME
PROPAGATING IMMIGRATION EQUALS TO THEM BEING HOLY
AND BESIDES I AM LIKE THEM DEEPLY INVOLVED IN CHARITY
WE ARE THE BETTER HUMAN BEINGS, TO HELL WITH EQUALITY
BUT SOMETIMES IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT WHEN NO ONE SEES OR HEARS ME
I REMEMBER THE TIMES IN WHICH MY THOUGHTS USED TO ROAM FREE
THEN I CAN SEE OUR NAKEDNESS, OUR WEAKNESS AND OUR FEAR
THEN I`M AFRAID THAT OUR SHALLOW WORLD SOON MIGHT DISAPPEAR
BACK THEN AS MY THOUGHTS ROAMED FREE I MUST HAVE LOST MY SANITY
THOSE TIMES OF STORM AND STRESS ARE THE DARKEST PART OF MY HISTORY
BACK THEN AS A REBELLIOUS YOUNGSTER I WAS FULL OF DISRESPECT
AND IN MY LUNACY AND BLINDNESS I DETESTED THE CORRECT
DURING THOSE GLOOMY TIMES I BELIEVED THAT MY HOME COUNTRY IS MINE
I WAS OPPOSED TO FOREIGN CONTROL AND TO CULTURAL DECLINE
I WAS A BROWN DEVIL BACK THEN BUT BE SURE NOW I AM FINE
TODAY I ONLY LONG FOR GANG FIGHTS, DRUG VICTIMS, RACE WAR AND CRIME
BUT STILL SOMETIMES IN SPITE OF MY CORRECTNESS AND CONFORMITY
THESE MEMORIES OF TIMES ARISE IN WHICH MY THAUGHTS WERE WILD AND FREE
AND THEN I SEE OUR NAKEDNESS, OUR WEAKNESS AND OUR FEAR
THEN I`M AFRAID THAT OUR SHALLOW WORLD SOON MIGHT DISAPPEAR
I DISAPPROVE OF WHAT YOU SAY, BUT I WILL DEFEND TO THE DEATH YOUR RIGHT TO SAY IT.
EPITOME OF VOLTAIRE (1694-1778)
3. The Law of Life
THE LAW OF LIFE
IN SOME GREAT FOREST LIES A CLEARING
LOST IN THE NORTHERN WILDERNESS
WHERE I SIT, AN OLD BLIND MAN
TIRED AND WORN OUT, WEAK AND HELPLESS
HERE I WAS LEFT BY MY TRIBE
TO SATISFY DEATH'S BLOODTHIRSTINESS
IT MUST BE DARK BY NOW I FEEL IT
BY THE COOLNESS OF THE AIR
AND SILENTLY THE SNOW IS FALLING
ON MY FURS AND MY GRAY HAIR
SOON THERE WILL BE NO MORE WOOD LEFT
TO FUEL THE FIRE WARMING ME
THE COLD WILL NUMB MY HANDS AND FEET
AND FROM THEN ON IT WILL SLOWLY
CREEP UP MY ARMS AND MY LEGS
UNTIL IT LEAVES A FROZEN BODY
FIRE IS MANKINDS BEST FRIEND
AND BEFORE I LOST MY SIGHT
I OFTEN SPENT THE NIGHT WATSHING
THE FLAMES DANCING SHINING BRIGHT
LICKING THE WOOD, CLIMBING AND FALLING
SHEDDING A WARM, GOLDEN LIGHT
MELTING AWAY THE GLOOMY DARK
CHANGING COLOURS FROM RED TO WHITE
IT SEEMS AS IF ALL SOUNDS DIED AWAY
ONLY THE WIND STAYED HERE WITH ME
LIKE A QUIET VOICE FROM BEYOND
IT CALLS ME TO ETERNITY
WHILE WITH A COLD BREATH AND SHARP TEETH
IT BITES INTO THE MEAGER TREES
ALTHOUGH THEY STAND GROUPED UP TO FORESTS
THEY SHIVER IN THE COLD BREEZE
JUST AS THE WINTER FOLLOWS SUMMER
AS THE NIGHT SUCCEEDS THE DAY
JUST AS LEAVES CLING TO A TREE UNTIL
IN AUTUMN THEY FALL AND DECAY
I NOW, AFTER YEARS OF TRAVEL
HAVE REACHED THE END OF MY WAY
I REMEMBER A WINTER DAY
WHEN I WAS OUT HUNTING FOR DEER
I JUST WAS LOOKING FOR A TRAIL
AS SUDDENLY A MOOSE APPEARS
AT FIRST I THAUGHT IT`S COMING AT ME
BUT THEN IT TURNED AND CHARGED BY
POUNDING ON THROUGH THE UNDERWOOD
LEAVING THE THICK SNOW FLYING HIGH
KEEPING UP A PACE SO ENORMOUS
THAT IT ALMOST SEEMED TO FLY
AND AFTER IT A PACK OF WOLVES
HUNGRY, BLOODLUSTING AND VICIOUS
CHASING IT FURTHER ON AND ON
THEIRE SHARP WHITE FANGS SHINING MALICIOUS
FINALLY THE WOLVES DRAW UP
IN THE BATTLE SOME MEET WITH DEATH
BUT SOON LYING IN THE RED SNOW
THE GREAT MOOSE DRAWS ITS FINAL BREATH
AND THEN I REMEMBER A GIRL
WITH HER FRIENDS SHE PLAYED HIDE AND SEEK
SHE GROWS MORE BEAUTIFUL AND WOMANLY
WITH EVERY PASSING WEEK
THEN SHE MEETS A HANDSOME HUNTER
LIVES THROUGH JOY AND AGONY
AND AFTER CHILDREN AND OLD AGE
SHE`S LEFT ALONE TO DIE LIKE ME
I AM AWOKEN FROM MY DAYDREAMS
BY A FIERCE GROWL FROM BEHIND
SHOULD I TRY TO DEFEND MYSELF
A TIRED OLD MAN, WEAK AND BLIND?
AGAIN I REMEMBER THE MOOSE
AND AS I LET MYSELF DROP BACK
THE WOLVES BEGIN TO DRAW UP CLOSE
UNTIL THEY FINALLY ATTACK!
O WHAT A THING IS AGE! DEATH WITHOUT DEATHS QUIET.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR (1775-1864)
4. God is Alive
5. An ode Subjugation
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