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VICIOUS CRUSADE LYRICS
"Faces Of Vice" (1997 EP)
1. Hymn to My Dying Land
2. Patriot Games
3. Pariah (brutal edit)
4. Land of Lakes
1. Hymn to My Dying Land
CHORUS:
Stand for the nation brought to knees,
Oh the sons of courage,
Stand for the land where you were born!
Stand for the nation brought to knees,
Oh the sons of courage,
Stand for the land that you call home!
Hey, the land of enslaved nation,
Break your dream, open your eyes.
Rend the chains of humiliation,
From your bleeding knees arise!
How long you'll endure the pain
To burst out your martial moan?
How long will the tyrants reign
In my turned to prison home?
CHORUS.
Will I ever see the sunshine
Breaking thunder clouds wall?
Will be ever free the country,
My Native Land I proudly call?
CHORUS.
2. Patriot Games
Mi rival, ¿quién eres tú que me has hecho tu blanco?
¿Quiér llenó tu espíritu de este rencor a tu hermano?
Eres un carnívoro perro feroz de tus amos
Querra es, su interés, que tú y yo detestamos.
Lofty aims... humanity...
Hypocritical fighting for seat.
Empowered nonenties,
How sweet your insolent deceit!
(Mean deceit)
Benefactors with swears' bait,
Stuck on the hook of civil war.
Spawn of vipers, sowing hate,
Your power bought by nation's gore.
Patriot games — what are they for?
Patriot games — I want them no more!
Títere de imbéciles, tú quemaste la casa.
¿Qué te dió tu ciego dios por comenzar esta caza?
Voy a ser tu víctima, puede ser tú serás mía,
El final será igual: una mortal agonía...
Patriot games — what are they for?
Patriot games — I don't need no more!
3. Pariah (brutal edit)
With dismay you meet the rising dawn,
Tired of the endless roam,
You've lost your way and there is no return
To the place you long ago called home.
With a burnt out soul and broken will,
After years of pain you've suffered through,
With every freedom-loving breath they'd kill,
There's nothing left of the real you
CHORUS:
Blind to your pain, deaf to all the words you say,
Never even cared to take you as you are,
Crippling your life, treated you like nasty stray,
Refused to be their slave, you're labeled pariah.
Life has past, and all is gone,
And bleeding mind no longer cares,
And only labeled heart and crown of thorns
Still bring you back in your nightmares...
CHORUS:
Living in the hell they proudly call society,
Burning with the hate they've sown in your heart,
Trying to retain your life grain of sanity,
Which let you be yourself which stamps you pariah.
I've got no heart, I've got no thoughts, I've got no face,
I suffocate, I can't tear out from your embrace,
And day by day, through all my life I obey your will,
I'm just the one among the crowd you slowly kill.
CHORUS.
4. Land of Lakes
Here I am uncouth and wild
Here I am tolerant and mild
Look at me, your neglected child,
My hard-hearted Land of Lakes.
You gave me birth but drained my soul,
You cut my wings and let me fall,
Where are you, can't you hear my call,
Oh my callous Land of Lakes?
You bereaved my heart, shut up in jail,
You took my home to put up for sale,
Where is your love, will it prevail
In my cruel Land of Lakes?
You never showed you needed me,
You never loved and will never be,
You've killed your child can't you see,
My dear mother, my Land of Lakes?
Hey-ho, born to be your child,
Hey-ho, living through the aches,
Hey-ho, burn to be your child,
I hail you Land of Lakes!
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