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Dying Planet

 

Dying Planet

(альбом: Hate Über Alles - 2022)


Am I walking amongst your funeral?
Or is it just the end of us?
Anthropocene evoke the downfall of our World
What will be left when glorious cities lie in dust?

Dying
Dying Planet
Dying
Dying Planet oh mother divine
Dying Planet
Dying Planet
Dying Planet
From ashes you shall shine

Is this fate or is this the final omen?
Wipe out the sick another storm? Crush us to the ground
Like Mars, the father eons before our time
Species forever extinct resurrect in different form

Dying
Dying Planet
Dying
Dying Planet oh mother divine
Dying Planet
Dying Planet
Dying Planet
From ashes you shall shine

Behold the pain behold the flood
Behold the coming of famine and war
In a world so dark and vague
Blessed are they who burned in the plague

Our future is certain
A catastrophic ending
Dead Soul Imperators
Create doom impending
Upon the arrogant, the servants, the fools
The mighty, the scapegoats, societies tools
Much too long they've ignored, have denied, looked away
While despotic oppressors lived in moral decay
And the prophets, the artists the scientists the freaks
Propagated a change an awakening for peace
Leading our people to heaven on earth
A vision of utopia, a spiritual rebirth
But their greed was too strong it's too late to return
As the oceans are poisoned, and the forests are burned
Life is a dream, but for sleepers it's real
The pestilence rages, our souls will survive
We're the chosen who'll wake into spleen and ideal
Nothing more, nothing less, Paradise

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