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Awakening
00:51
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the blood that runs the border
remember the procession
that called you to this state
the path of impositions
repaved by tricks of fate
cut by destitution
your father's final son
you've lost yourself in motions
the desperate need to run
how long can you weather
the white within the rain
the seasons left unsheltered
the loss of your own name
the blood that runs the border
now starts to overflow
with sacrificial dreams
you can't control
your brothers paved this desert
with bones and broken lives
expelled by the institutions
that gild the butcher's knives
their words may fall to pieces
but look at where they've led
strewn this land of plenty with our dead
they've taken all your secrets
confessed in courts of shame
and soiled all the tenets
you never thought would stain
so tell me do you see it
this history of fear
they've fooled us into thinking that
it couldn't happen here
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Formaciones Rojas
07:06
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Biznagas
06:32
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Biznagas
back through the ages we have seen it said
that it must be recognized
the plight of our brothers and our sisters when
we can all make their spirits rise
so tell me where you stand when they come for you
when there's no one else left to fight
I've seen the war when the blood ran thick
and the ashes painted the sky
running out of time living in the light
I could barely make it out alive
torn by the thorns and the summer sun
sought by shadows in the coming night
wild like a wolf they descend unseen
in their minds they have all the right
to destroy what they thought they might recieve
by opening their bloodshot eyes
out of every nation and into the world
I was thrown before I was born
cut from the chains that held me back
from accepting all I might learn
but still I see no answers where the answers should lie
I can't recognize the signs
the mind might find some meaning here but
the body still must die
torn and partitioned by a long decree
you've become somebody apart
out of a word and into the fire
that ignites the hate in your heart
thousands of faces peering through the glass
withered envy read in their smiles
flesh colored corpses feeding on the sounds
of the children across the wire
how many times have I heard it said
that my sorrow is sacred and pure
and all this misery will help
me cross that holy door
but too many years of meaningless fear
has turned these things to ash
and all they do is bury me
in an unrepentant past
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5. |
Call For Unity
03:03
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