Wolves of War
The sea of lies
Feeds your brain
Nature cries
In cruel pain
Put on a spell
Here in paradise
We create hell
And tomorrow dies
We are the slaves of Sin
We are here preachers
Madness will be our King
Don't try to stop us
Freedom over duty
We have no other rules
Enjoy the worlds raw beauty
You law was made for fools
The sea of lies
Feeds your brain
Nature cries
In cruel pain
Put on a spell
Here in paradise
We create hell
And tomorrow dies
We are at war with our time
With history, with all authority
which resides in fixed and frightened forms
We are a few of millions who do not fit in
Souls with no hope, no doctrine, no firm place
No beginning or end
No sacred and primordial site
We declare war on all icons and finalities
On all histories that will
Chain us with our own falseness
Our own pitiful fears
We know only moments and endurance
Existence and continuance
And forms that appear with infinite strength
Then melt into air
We are your seducers
Constructing our own world
We are sensualists who worship the spirit of chaos
A melody, a silhouette against the darkening sky
We can not know your name
Nor you can know ours
Tomorrow, we begin together
The destruction of our system!
The sea of lies
Feeds your brain
Nature cries
In cruel pain
Put on a spell
Here in paradise
We create hell
And tomorrow dies
Feeds your brain
Nature cries
In cruel pain
Put on a spell
Here in paradise
We create hell
And tomorrow dies
We are the slaves of Sin
We are here preachers
Madness will be our King
Don't try to stop us
Freedom over duty
We have no other rules
Enjoy the worlds raw beauty
You law was made for fools
The sea of lies
Feeds your brain
Nature cries
In cruel pain
Put on a spell
Here in paradise
We create hell
And tomorrow dies
We are at war with our time
With history, with all authority
which resides in fixed and frightened forms
We are a few of millions who do not fit in
Souls with no hope, no doctrine, no firm place
No beginning or end
No sacred and primordial site
We declare war on all icons and finalities
On all histories that will
Chain us with our own falseness
Our own pitiful fears
We know only moments and endurance
Existence and continuance
And forms that appear with infinite strength
Then melt into air
We are your seducers
Constructing our own world
We are sensualists who worship the spirit of chaos
A melody, a silhouette against the darkening sky
We can not know your name
Nor you can know ours
Tomorrow, we begin together
The destruction of our system!
The sea of lies
Feeds your brain
Nature cries
In cruel pain
Put on a spell
Here in paradise
We create hell
And tomorrow dies
Credits
Writer(s): Birger Horstmann
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