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Blitzkrieg (D'Lanor Part I)
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Modern Method smashes through the void of mainstream contemporary music with blunt, energetic songs that will cut you deep. Lyricist/songwriter/producer Simone
smashes through the void of with that will cut you deep. Lyricist/songwriter/producer an angst-filled social menace in her own right, turns perception with songs which depict and demolish a world where enjoyment and fun is at the and mindless mass-production for is clearly the norm. Simone's songs tell the tale of a humanoid's struggle to make sense of a world and
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Genre
Metal • Heavy Metal
Charts
Peak #546
Peak in subgenre #426
Author
Simone Strangelove
Rights
2000
Uploaded
December 04, 2003
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Armed with titanium and cyanide will He marches the streets, the past to kill Slaying the Hellhounds and the Horsemen His cunning grace will never bend In the kingdom of binary reign Seeking human essence to drain Fueling the legions of blinding rage Seeking destruction of the dying age Born from a fusion of pearl and stone In this funace He has grown Armies of heresy and piety Succumb to the alien synergy Angels tear at the flesh of their kin Righteous autogenocide Trying to flush their blood of sin Fear of raging threat Immune to karmic debt Demons turn on their own kind Too paranoid to see What has broken free Raging anomoly Fearing the worst of a treacherous mind Spawn of hate and greed Child of righteous need Angel-demon seed On them it will feed Cradled in the bosom of righteous light Nursed in the womb of the darkest night A cunning beast of untold dreams Tearing reality at it's seams The newborn god raises it's blade Shredding spirits in a vicious crusade Deviciveness is it's only friend The end of the beginning of the end God and the Devil recoil their heads To their suicide they have bred They now realize, that in their games They are and have been one in the same Broken legions everywhere A passing of the rites Thrown about without despair Broken wings of leather Bloody wings of feather Millenium of dual reign Crumbles to the ground Turns the world around Heated rage abound Ends in a childish fit of pain Methodical demise Angels, demons die A new rule will emerge Insectoid power surge The alien god without a heart Upon the dying light and dark Sets His sights on the throne of Earth To fulfil destiny, a new age birthed He strikes with precision and venom might Scattering the darkness and the light Jehova and Satan stand alone Without their chorus of Their legion's tomes A blinding moment of orgasmic thrill The ancient lords were easy to kill No meniachal laugh or divine grace As He sets his sights on the human race There's no need to sell your soul It's already His No need to pray to his heart of coal Just efficiency Productive mortality Chew them up and spit them out Gears in a machine A method to no means Production in extreme Listen well and hear Him shout I'm the Begotten Son I'm the Only One I have just begun I Will obey NO ONE
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