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Being honest is no means of survival
Avoid your inner feelings like the ...
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Being honest is no means of survival
Avoid your inner feelings like the plague
This is what it takes to comply with the images
This structure will accomodate
But things aren't what they seem when they're partially hidden
Behind walls of pretense built for peace of mind
The barriers between us are forever maintained
By our acceptance of the roles others choose to define
In a world of competition life's portrayed as a contest
Where we're forced to live by making gains at others expense
But no one's really gaining when perpetual conflict
Is the result of our relationships based on pretense
We don't need this cultural cosmetic division
It upholds the self-interest on which the system feeds
A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect
Is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease
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A birthday party ends in tears when Mom makes a special guest appearance.
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Novembers Doom playing Aurora's Garden from Amid Its Hallowed Mirth.
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Live music video performance of Circle of the Tyrants off the classic al...
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Live music video performance of Circle of the Tyrants off the classic album To Mega Therion (1985).
Lyrics:
After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
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Best Wishes...!
(daru)