THE MODERN AGE SLAVERY LYRICS

1. Progenies Of Ancient Slaves

2. Red Lines Of Obsessions

Red lines of obsession and non sense
A fake strength that controls your touch
Red lines as the shape of a sharp will that cuts what you are willing to lose
Dragging the weight of your soul to the abyss
Losing that sense of control as an unaware victim
What are you willing to lose?
What are you willing to lose?
That's your free heart
Life death contours of other ones' distress
A fake strength that controls your touch
Victim of nothingness.
The price to pay for a sharp will
The price to pay for an obsession
Gather what you spread.
Burned ground on your side.

3. Damned To Blindness

Slain for a useless god
A life spent in the second row as a witness who's passively counting the days
The masterpiece of the naught
Infected blood spilled from this wrist
Hiding like a shadow behind the crowd
Damned to blindness
Sons of one same mud and miserable like a beaten hound
Damned to blindness
Sons of the same mud. Immovable paralyzed by their deepest wounds
The begin of the war is inside the human heart
The reward in a whole are demons
Damned to blindness
Could you believe the pain in this life meant nothing?
Absurdly awaiting for a return
Absurdly raving there was something worth to live for
Until the day for the reward of a lifetime
Obeying a useless god
A life spent in the second row as a witness who's passively counting the days
Cause the end of this war is the reward of a lifetime

4. Drop By Drop

Scarlet teardrops that we did choose to ignore
Just one graven image of slaughtered bodies and the rest is haze. But we never saw that.
For our image: the touch of suffering as a green light sound
Shivers of fear cuts through their eyes, whiting out recalls while their children are burning
For those who can't run, for those who can't hide,
we've never touched their skin
Who can't image how far the anger can lead a man
Step by step, killed one by one, lost drop by drop in oblivion.
Purple after-image of blood vessels in their eyes
Drop by drop in a circle. The endless path of destruction.
Scarlet teardrops we can't avoid to ignore nevermore.

5. A Desert To Die For

She looks up and prays as she won't last longer than the tread of a cloud.
Her justice goes beyond perception.
but cursed is this teardrop vale where we are lost
in front of the unknown, her God has fled the weight of piety and there is no one.
Nothing.
Nowhere to hide. A desert to die for indifference, for hypocrisy, for some fake ideals, for the downfall
of her belief. Just for an end in misery.
She's been trained to lower the head and eat the Father
To await some promised land and love words
Such a useless power her will to change
Such a useless strength all her unattained dreams
At the dawn of Modern Age, the Men have fled the weight of piety and there is no one.
Nothing.
Nowhere to hide. A desert to die for indifference, for hypocrisy, for some fake ideals, for an eternal
nihility. Just for the end of suffering.
She's been trained to learn with the humility of children
To forgive the jackals and call it moral
Such a useless strength all her unattained dreams
Such a useless power her will to change
And there's nothing...

6. Vile Mother Earth

Vile mother. A speechless voice for the deaf
Atrocious destiny as rotten womb for the race of the servants
helpless fearful mother
you have lost your dignity
in every step you are murdered
a naked body collapsing from within
A twitch of the wound. This savage pain to create the men
those creeping worms, those parasites
those roaches devouring your arms.
old mother
dying to give birth
vile mother
embracing the heart of this evil son

7. The Sublime Decadence Of An Era

A skinned surface to breach through a contact
Daze for those who believe they know the men
keeping their innocence in vitro to breath it and survive.
To remember you'll always need the world
That is your condemnation
like islands lost in an ocean
where you can't breathe and you cannot survive
How can you not see you are just flesh and wet cock?
You are your slavery.
Unrestrainable river towards the consciousness that you won't survive.
The sublime decadence of an era towards extinction
A supreme law. A new world order to break the perpetuation of life:
one whimper to be born yet every second we are dying.
As disillusion. As real.

8. Shell Of Perversion

Here is the deceit and candour
the darkness without hope, her image of love
headsman of her own dignity burn in eternal suffering
buried in the maze of an unlimited pain
ravish in an underground shell of perversion. Awaiting her time to kill
a silent scream dwells inside
until her thirst is quenched
until her grief has drawn
while you are dying, look straight into her eyes
here are breath and blood
Hopeless to reach the core of this sadden and quieten. But everything is written
under thousands years of existence
tears to pain
pain to anger
anger to hate
until her thirst is quenched
until her grief has drawn
while you are dying look straight into her eyes
Draggle as much as she can in this black age
Draggle to prove herself she won't be scared anymore. Scared anymore.

9. Descent To Oblivion

Bow down to the birth of the new man
Through the sunset of a race a new time of glory
All of us - the will to survive
Few of us - the will to move on
No life is too short to be wasted with no signs of honour
An everlasting eye beholds the rise of a golden day
while immortality closes its arms
One and deathless
Outworn of mankind is the chain to break up in fragments
A step towards the perfection. A step that justifies despair
one last picture through despair
That is our peace: a given privilege to die
A craven descent to oblivion
but nothing higher than that to rest upon
the only indelible sign to a discerning eye
that beholds the rise of a golden day while immortality closes its arms
Born from the ashes of the divine perished glory
Abolishing death in the supremacy of a new man

10. Purple

To me you had sent indeed the wind.
Thanks.
As I stepped out from that door it has arrived directly in my face.
But just one question:
am I a better man?
But just one question:
is this a better world?
Smoke through eyes that did not sleep. Of cigarettes lighten up in the morning soon.
Of silence. Interrupted and broken.
Usual fear to collapse in front of chewed hurting words.
That forever I'll keep within and into those lowered eyelids.
But just one question: am I a better man?
Of the losses the most definitive and atrocious and unjust one.
Soaked into those swollen eyes. It rains tears that slide in every breath, crushing into the purple.
I let myself being invaded.
Cause there's no shelter for those eyes that for how much I can tighten
will not have the same light anymore.
But just one question:
am I a better man?
But just one question:
is this, above all, a better world?
Memories holding me back to that moment.
It feels hard as a sandstone.
Soaked into swollen eyes
Of broken dreams evaporating
It rains tears that slide in every breath, crushing into the purple.
The longest second. In the fold of a morning. Another man is waiting to die.
The longest minute. In the fold of a morning. Another man is waiting to die.
The longest hour. In the fold of a morning. Another man is waiting to die.
The night of the longest day ever. Another man is waiting to die.

11. The Modern Age Slavery

Prodigious son of technoxication collecting the pieces of victory
Yet numbed by the oppression of newly won freedom,
left astonished, finally enslaved.
Modern age slavery
A figure of beauty made to suffocate under the weight of appearance
Modern age slaves
worship the machine made insanity to shine for grace and glory
To defeat a cruel nature but stand up destroyed.
You've been blessed by your own shame to drink the blood of the world
As a lancet to dissect feelings
As the softest hand to strangle
That's your freedom: slavery.
Prodigious son of technoxication hear the dumb cry of history
Echoed the voice of your contradictions
left astonished, finally enslaved.
Modern Age Slavery
A figure of beauty that will suffocate under the weight of appearance
Modern Age Slaves
worship the machine made insanity
to shine
but what are you shining for?
But what are you living for if your freedom is slavery
And Your belief is none?

12. Wolverine Blues

[Entombed cover]

What you believe
is the vanity you conceive
What you love you don't pen
to put in a cage is to put to an end

Enamored of the passion
life-sucking lust
you will never gain my trust

I'm a misanthropical breed
insatiable in my need to feed

Utterly fearless
for your luscious flesh
I've got an appetite like a war
and I always hunger for more

Vicious mammal
the blood is my call
pound for pound
I am the most vicious of all







THE MODERN AGE SLAVERY LYRICS