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NEAERA LYRICS
"Armamentarium" (2007)
1. Spearheading the Spawn
2. Tools of Greed
3. Armamentarium
4. Synergy
5. Harbinger
6. In Loss
7. The Orphaning
8. The Escape From Escapism
9. Mutiny of Untamed Minds
10. The Need for Pain
11. Liberation
1. Spearheading the Spawn
The world's eyes are getting sore
A boot in humanity's face
This camp makes your country a target even more
A sacrifice (on the altar) of security
The side-effects of your selfish deeds
Grew bigger than what you tried to defeat
By fighting terror with these means
Your enemies only unite and increase
Suicide, torture, hunger-strike
Can't prevent you from your path
Arrogant monopoly of being right
Privilege of the powerful and hurt
Praising the war on terror
A great recruitment trigger
It all comes back to you
You reap the wind you sew
Sow wind - reap storm
2. Tools of Greed
We are the weeping mass
Born into emptiness
Abandoned in the center of your disregard
Tempted by hope to escape from despair
Naivety led us
To fall for your charms
Blinded by the light of your false illusions
We walked in vicious circles
Into our doom
From a place where nothing is at ease
We pray for the aftermath
As we dwell in perpetual gloom
Spirits numb with fear
These voices laugh no more
Whispers to deafened ears
These crying eyes are sore
We are the ruling class
Your woeful inexistence
Is the essence of our lies
We turn your hopes to chaos
With blind precision
We dissect your minds
Your loss is our gain
You are tools of our greed
We turn your seconds to hours
We sacrifice your empty shells
To our false gods
Helplessly devoured
3. Armamentarium
Fit out for the dangers of our century
It's not the time to disarm
Arm against social decay
Anonymity, decadence, neglect
Armamentarium
Get armed against the poison
Armamentarium
The antidote is almost under way
Get armed against social cutback
Unemployment, divide
Arm against social terror
It creeps through the veil of democracy
Get armed against withdrawal
Only offence will survive
Beware of depression
Your soul shall be a palace
Get armed against yourself
The roots are always within
4. Synergy
This is for the fragile and weak
Serenades of the yearning
This is for the strong and ambitious
Anthems of power and pride
Tunes for the burning inside
Pouring oil in your fire
We stand in tranquillizing flames
Kill the quiet with the storm and the storm with the quiet
Quenching the ordinary pains
In the quiet ablaze
This is for the angry and pissed
The sound of denial made flesh
This is for the scarred and withdrawn:
Build bridges instead of walls!
A shell of swords and knives
Protects the core inside
Tracks from the womb of life
Bring angels and demons to light
Tunes from the depths of our hearts
You pour the oil in the fire
5. Harbinger
Inside this infant shell
I prematurely came of age
A childhood's remnants
For nightmares of abysmal suffering
I carried the burden
To the edges of my soul
To spread the tale for those
Who are forced to scream without a mouth
You thousands, you millions
Behold the sound of my voice
You children of children
Remember the sound of my voice
Harbinger of the past
Keeper of a better tomorrow?
My eyes have gazed into a vortex of brutality
From the undertow
I surfaced and was washed ashore
I am an orphan, yet a child to all my memories
I am alone
Yet there are so many more
Like me
One of millions
Descended into chaos
Victims of minds infected
With all consuming hate
The rain of all these tears
Has cleansed my mind of anger
It has erased the urge
To retaliate
6. In Loss
The tree grows sturdy
The rock withstands the raging floods
Fate wields the axe
Turns the tide that will one day
Cause the stone to break
Inside this painful dissonance
I command myself to dark oblivion
Petrified and crippled
My safe harbour lies in ruins
A life never to be lived
Joy never to be felt
Laughter never to be heard again
Never to be healed again
Estranged and marked by loss
I lash out at the unreachable
Disposable creature
Denying the uncomfortable
Your soul will never cease to pulse inside me
7. The Orphaning
Storm and sea
Punish us piece by piece
But world economy must grow
If we drown, we drown in luxury
Why should we save lives we'll never meet?
Why should we not destroy?
...ourselves
We're dancing to the end on volcanoes
Screaming pantomimes in our ears
At night, we set our beds ablaze
Orphaning the future - orphaning ourselves
The change we cause
Will slowly destroy your tiny world
And you have nothing to stay
You're helpless
Consumed
Why should we save lives we'll never meet?
Why should we not destroy ourselves?
8. The Escape From Escapism
I have been thinking the wrong thoughts
Misread the signs
Walking on false paths
I misjudged life
I was chanting the wrong songs
Too deaf to hear
Playing nostalgic tunes
Anywhere, but here
You can't get the right answers
When you're asking the wrong questions
Following familiar tracks
Is seldom the best
Strength is not how high you can climb
But how you cope when you bounce
We are all in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
Don't let the past
Reign you forever
9. Mutiny of Untamed Minds
I am the breeder of my fear
Apathy is my tender liar
Immerged in leeches pond
Cowardice the disgraceful vice
Widower of my delusion
With disobedient flesh
I refuse to gorge
The bowels of decay
Paralyzed by barking jaws
Hurricanes become a whisper
Claws of the powerful
Enchain angry raised fists
Afraid to bow down again
In the dungeon of submission
They flagellate rebellious hearts
Close mutiny of untamed minds
Where boldness will be first mate
10. The Need for Pain
Your curse the inner demons
Condemn all that aches
What you thought would kill you
Also keeps you alive and breathing
Don't deny your inner demons
Don't try to kill them away
Make use of your passion and pain
Grief, melancholy
Sources divine to creativity
This life is just a fragment of a dream
What would drive us if we were complete?
The desire anchored inside
Is haunting, but makes you tick and move
What has dies in you that must be resurrected?
What has died in you that must yet be buried?
Some things you simply cannot tame
The need for pain
Sometimes you simply cannot tame
The need for pain
11. Liberation
The house, the storm
Feather and tar
Art, existence
The flower in the sewer
The day of mourn are pass
All sorrow aside
I finally arrived
In a realm I thought not be true
Here I dwell forever
Eternal ease
Found a lotus in the sewer
A lake for the sword
No longer sick of running
- no longer scared of burning
The world has silenced
The voices are gone
I made oil my water
And dust my air
Found relief, salvation
Quit the downward spiral
Sad years, bygone
Future - the brightest white
Grand, imperial peace
I left the wretched, the scarred
Despise all grief
Antagonism obsolete
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