Man is born free but everywhere he lives in chains.

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Man iss born free but everywhere he lives in chains. Can man get beyond his own greed, his need to subdue others, his need for war crime etc....

Man lives chained hand and foot, round his neck an iron band, tied down to the cold stone floor, while visions of sorrow like a mist roll over.
An odor of war like a ripe vineyard, breathes and lingers around his broken body
Monsters from worlds unknown and forgotten, hover like ghosts in the cold cold morning
The voices of the living the voices of the dead scream like a sharp knife thats stuck in my head
Painted in tears , crying opressed bent broken down beaten and shattered force to bow low before the dark gods bred on the wings and the blood of revenge and desire.

The fires of stars `quenched by a stormy night, while thunder rolls like drums through the dark sky
touch the heart that beats down in the valley, reach your hand into the cold cold graveyard
On the highway of diamonds there is nobody walking
Theres a big sign says no ones allowed
On the highway of diamonds theres nothing thats living
In the caves of its shadows hang the jewels of the proud
The voices of science the voices of art sing like a sharp sword thats deep in my heart
Painted in tears , crying opressed bent broken down beaten and shattered force to bow low before the dark gods bred on the wings and the blood of revenge and desire

The voice of this country cries in the morning
A minion of soldiers breathing power dominion
I see your old mountains like aging men fading
An old photo worn yellow and dying
Pale the tall mountains sick is your morning
The dead brood over you a grim warning
Wooden your chessmen dressed up in violence
On a board tired of blood and its dying
The voices on high the voices below sing like a bullet that deep in my soul
Painted in tears , crying opressed bent broken down beaten and shattered force to bow low before the dark gods bred on the wings and the blood of revenge and desire