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RENEWAL LYRICS
"...And Full Hands Of Blood" (2001 Demo)
1. Predestination
2. Confraternity
3. Disgrace
4. Die by a hand of your friend
5. Falling body
6. Thousands of knives
1. Predestination
YOUR WAY IS FULL
OF FEAR FROM HUMBLE
FAILURES AND LOOS
YOU WIL WALK ON
IT WAS DESTINE IN ADVANCE
WHAT WILL HAPPEN
YOU LITTLE WEAK BOY
YOU WONT ESCAPE TO DESTINY
YOU DON´T KNOW WHEN YOUL DIE
YOU DON´T KNOW WHY YOUL DIE
YOU DON´T KNOW HOW YOUL DIE
YOU KNOW THAT YOUL DIE
SO COME LITTLE BOY
TO PASS THROUGH YOUR LIFE
IT WILL A SHORT WALK
IL TELL YOU WHY LATER
YOU WONDER WHY WE STAY
THIS IS THE END OF YOUR WAY
NOBODY KNOWS THAT IN THE NOOK
OF YOUR BRAIN IS HIDDEN SMALL KNOT
MY LITTLE BOY
2. Confraternity
YOU CAN DO ANYTHING
YOU ARE A MASTER
YOU ARE THE BIGGIEST
YOU ARE GOD
YOU ARE FUCK UP
YOU KILLED NEGRO
YOU ARE THE BIGGIEST
YOU ARE GOD
NOBODY CAN INJURE YOU
BECAUSE YOU AREN´T ALONE
BECAUSE YOU ARE A MEMBER
OF A CONFRATERNITY OF POWERFULLS
YOU CAN HUMBLE
YOU CAN RAPE
YOU CAN KILL
YOU´RE MEMBER OF CONFRATERNITY
YOUR THING YOU´RE IMMORTAL
BUT YOU DON´T KNOW
THAT YOUR CONFRATERNITY
IS NOT THE ONLY ONE
IF YOU HURT SOMEONE
FROM THE OTHER CONFRATERNITY
YOU WILL LAUNCH A WAR
A WAR WITHOUTH THE END
3. Disgrace
RELIC OF FEAR
DROWN IN THE SUBCONSCIOUS
HIDING A PAST
HUNDREDTH SACRILEGE
BEAUTY AND VIRGINITY
SHEDN FROM BELOW
HURT BLOOD
AWE
FEAR FOR VENGEANCE
PAIN FOR PAIN
BLOOD FOR BLOOD
SEEKING
SALVATION IS COMING
STRANGE HAZARD
MEETING OF FORTUNE
NOTHING OF NONSURMISING
SUFFERING OF THE SINFULONE
MORBID SCENE
HAVE ONE´S SHARP REVENGE
IT´S PASS AWAY
IMPLEMENT OF THE EVIL
DETACHE FROM
DIEING BODY
AND FULL HANDS OF BLOOD
4. Die by a hand of your friend
STRIKE OUT A SPARK OF LIFE
FROM HOPELESS OF TODAY
SELL YOURSELF TO DREAMS AND LAUGH
DEATH ISN´T HERE
SO STOP THE TEARS
YOU HAVE STAYED
HERE ON YOUR OWN
THE MAN WITH A GUN IS HERE
HE ISN´T WHERE
HE HAD BEEN YESTERDAY
HE IS HERE DEATH IS HERE
DIE TODAY
DREAM DON´T TAKE A PLACE
IT IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY
FOR DEATH
FOR HATE OF THE OTHERS
FOR FAITH OF THE OTHERS
FOR POSSESSION DIE
FORGET KILLING
FORGET SNIPERS AND BLOOD
SO GO TO STREETS
AND DIE
BY A HAND OF YOUR FRIEND
5. Falling body
EVERYTHING IS ABORTIVE
EVERYTHING IS CLICHE
THOUSANDS OF THE TUMOURS
HIDE IS ABDOMEN
INTELECTUAL MARCH IN YOUR HEAD
LOOKS LIKE PROCESSION OF THE BLIND
WADING THROUGH PUDDLESS
STREETS PAVED BY FAITH
YOU´RE SITTING IN THE WINDOW
EIGHT FLOORS ABOVE DEATH
YOU SEE ONLY DIMLY
PASSING WALKERS
THE LAST MEMORY
WHAT HAPPENED
IN SHAME OF THE OTHERS
HOW DID YOU LIVE
FALLING BODY
IS LIKE A BIRD
SHOOT BY A HUNTER
FALLING AND FALLING
6. Thousands of knives
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