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STEREOCHRIST LYRICS
"Promo 2005" (2005 Demo)
1. Eyes Burnt Out
2. Awakening
3. Ghosts Of A Culture's Pride
1. Eyes Burnt Out
Eyes burnt out
Ah the pain – it’s hard to tell
To make you feel what you’ve never felt
You’re numb between the walls of your wisdom
Your crippled wings – You’re preaching freedom but you’ve never flought before
You’ve never seen the sun behind your walls
Ref:
My hands are the hands of my Gods
Clamping down to absolve you all sinner ones
You’ve never fought never known how much life hurts
Now your death is your rebirth
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See your fetters falling down
See the new shine making you blind
Now that’s real life!
- Now that’s real life
Your breath is counted
Paralyzed by the thought
Of unprotectedness
So what now?! – disappointment on your face
So what now?!!! – shaken in your faith
Got blind by the shining truth
Blistered skin makes it hard to move
So you can see the sun – eyes are burnt out!
Your walls are torn down!
2. Awakening
Awakening
And darkness falls on sunburnt eyes
Having spent so many times blinded in light
Darkness shows all the pain and now all your sins are in sight
I see clearly now!
Yeah I see them behind the smile
bleeding mouths are full, fed with lies
But Darkness is leaving so heal your wounds cause time is now! You all rise!
A new dawn is coming now!
REF:
Inside my soul
Everlasting light leads me along
The mental war we fight
And with the first severe light
Starts the furious war in my head
A hundred million broken lifes trying to run with broken legs
I feel clearly now!
3. Ghosts Of A Culture's Pride
GHOSTS OF A CULTURE’S PRIDE
Verse 1
A hundred feet deep I’ve dug to find reasons to live
Something to give my life for
My ancestors show me the way, my heritage keeps me alive
And when I die I become one of the ghosts of a culture’s pride
Verse 2
That deep Oh that deep! WHat Have I Found!
Through memories of mine I have found my lost aim
My forefathers wise hands helps me
Through my bounden duty
And when I die I become one
of the ghosts of a culture's pride
Ref
Having been numb through the years of silence scraching these old red wounds
My arms are led by irresistable power my heart is the drum beating truth
Yeah I know now where to go and what must be done I do
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