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Black Slave Ship (the Triumph of Death)
What’s heaven? What’s the ocean?
A question no god could answer.
“From the bottom of the ocean pit to the blue firmament.
No constellation can guide us beyond the water planet borders.”
From, a no color land, where time stood still, in the Dark Age.
Lived in a flat planet. Lost of space.
A, monstrous slave ship, was built to cross, the seven seas.
Beyond their beliefs. In search of the keys.
Chorus:
Black Slave Ship (the Triumph of Death).
What’s heaven? What’s the ocean?
A question no god could answer.
“The sea hides the trails under the waves of the unknown.
A treasure of constellation that sinks in the waters of doom.”
Children, of the desert. Sons of Sahara. Tribe of warriors.
Cry out for justice, justice for all.
They, flew just like eagles, in the forests, with Isis’ wings.
Strong and braves. Today, just slaves.
Chorus:
Black Slave Ship (the Triumph of Death).
What’s heaven? What’s the ocean?
A question no god could answer.
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Mom Gaia’s Pandemic Revenge
At Solar Winter Mornings, all lone wolves die.
Crawling among the earthly gardens, expecting a new form of life.
Noxious irrational animal with abominable mania.
Devouring and consuming all around.
Profiting from war, religion and hysteria.
chorus:
Gaia, O Supreme Mom of all, Who brings all things to life.
Gaia, O Supreme Mom of all, Who brings all things to die.
in Thy sights, watch them die.
From Thy womb to the tomb.
Destroyin' all that move over the earth.
Destroyin' all that came from the sea.
In a despairing and cynical mood - please, Goddess, hear my plea!
Now at the end of death game, like a wolf in a cage.
They're lost, confused, and prowling.
Has anybody heard their howling?
chorus:
Gaia, O Supreme Mom of all, Who brings all things to life.
Gaia, O Supreme Mom of all, Who brings all things to die.
in Thy sights, watch them die.
From Thy womb to the tomb.
Sudden fear grips in and overwhelmed the wolves sight.
Nobody hear their melancholia. Ignoring their awful deathcry.
At Solar Winter Mornings, all lone wolves die.
Crawling among the earthly gardens, expecting a new form of life.
Noxious irrational animal with abominable mania.
Profiting from war, religion and hysteria.
War, religion and hysteria.
It’s Mom Gaia’s Pandemic Revenge.
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