Into the storm of reality you wandered
like an animal wounded with freedom.
Trained and tamed in the shadows,
The master gave back your longed-for prison.
You think your wounds are healing,
while your desires vanish
to turn into your master's.
Day after day you wait
to repress your rebelling equals
and to have your obedience rewarded.
Your heritage take roots which poison,
creating foolish grudges towards your origin.
you lick the hand of your slaver,
rejecting the hero you could be.
The mirror reflects what you hate:
A weak ungrateful who has despised himself
-Solo-
So you cover your lacks,
and die every day.
Chained to your master,
the owner of our miseries.
Day after day you wait
to repress your rebelling equals
and to have your obedience rewarded.
Day after day you wait / (and die every day)
to repress your rebelling equals / (chained to your master)
and to have your obedience rewarded / (the owner of our miseries)
Day after day you wait / (and die every day)
to repress your rebelling equals / (chained to your master)
and to have your obedience rewarded / (the owner of our miseries)
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018