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Dragon's Jaws
02:22
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Two pillars of survival
Love and resistance
I won't be destroyed
In the jaws of a dragon
I won't concede defeat to this world
I won't retire to a fool's paradise
I've got a secret weapon you won't dare use
Love rules the spirit of mankind
While we wait
For the mouth of flames
The poison works slow
As this dragon will know
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Cross & Crescent
02:22
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Waiting on a messiah
Who's come and gone
Prophets swarm airwaves
Diatribes brew poison fog
We all share one fate
Life ripens, goes to waste
Lives go to waste
Theocratic terror states
Are veiled reflections
Zealots marshaled
To secure foreign markets
Hasten the apocalypse
With zero sum rhetoric
Hope curdles into hate
This is a violent age
The cross vilifies the crescent vilifies the cross
Ad nauseam
Enslaved by ancient superstition
Seduced by symbols and reductive fairy-tales
Monotheistic
Narcissistic
Petty differences
Inflamed
Hope curdles into hate
This, this is a violent age
The cross vilifies the crescent vilifies the cross
Ad nauseam
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Colossus Collapses
02:40
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When these urgent words become action
Once the sophist tastes first blood
In the furnace of defiance
The birth pangs of a future to be won
Splintered factions brought together
Fingers balled into a fist
Polity mobilized against a common foe
One and all resist
Martyrs will galvanize
Answer their sacrifice
Colossus collapses
Under the weight of the masses
The time of tyrants passes
The world is not theirs anymore
Passions boil over
When theory and debate falls away
Unclouded conviction yields untold strength
Totalitarians laid to waste
Sycophants to the lords of woe
Tremble when our trumpets blow
Like winds that rake them
Like waves that break them
A blood drop will crack the stone
Martyrs will galvanize
Answer their sacrifice
The choice is not between fascism and democracy
But between capital and humane activity
They grind away the past
But we are ready
Colossus collapses
What will rise from the ashes
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Rhythm of the Hammers
03:11
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When the bombs fell down
We went underground
We gathered what was left
Of the life that came before
The ashes of the trees
Feed the hungry seeds
We'll build a home in the rubble
And again prepare for war
Only those born to the wilderness
Get to live to see the promised land
The rhythm of the hammers
Find the will
Bend the steel
Wail of the klaxon
Echoes in our bastion
And our blood beats deeper
Than the soil we call home
We heard the whistle
Of the incoming missiles
We struck a note of discord with our song
We went below
Only those born to the wilderness
Get to live to see the promised land
The rhythm of the hammers
Find the will
Bend the steel
Deeper than the soil
Find the will
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