Död Jord

When the burden of the dead spills to the living
The corporate machine continues under a pseudonym
The last gasp for free air, for the ones in opposition
Under the filth and blood feeds a flag of independence
The disease is in their fetal minds
Gluttonous greed is in their mold

Future fear, famine, hunger, all to shape
The dead earth
A tesseract of realities, where the elder breeds
As death comes close, the hunger for survival grows
The dead earth
When blood is law and greed follows we own
Our dead earth

The darkest of times just before a rebellion
The grinding of machines quiets by the uprising
One night, there he hangs, the father of lies
Ripped skin cuts deep, the warden of lives
A flood of filth, the anger, and joy
Bursts up to the surface, filling the void

Future fear, famine, hunger, all to shape
The dead earth
A tesseract of realities, where the elder breeds
As death comes close, the hunger for survival grows
The dead earth
When blood is law and greed follows we own
Our dead earth

The world is ripe to recontaminate
The golden wings of freedom are but rusted machinery
The screams of joy, turn to void
Between their grave and eldritch horror
A nation stands in the ashes, awake
In the destruction brought by their twisted fate
It was not the end, the apocalypse
But a parasitic bond that formed now into forever
Framtiden formas av hunger och självhat
Död Jord
Oavsett öde så pryglas vi av attentat
Död Jord
Bränn mig för överheten, skålla mig i lögner
Död Jord
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