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Khan (ft. Juan Orcajada)
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At the age of nine his father was poisoned
He lived in the desert with his mother and brothers.
In complete poverty he came back to his tribe and managed to rise up.
His wife was kidnapped by the Merkit tribe,
So he defeated them and rescued her.
He began to ascend when he became Vassal to his fathers blood brother.
By the Yassa code, I only ask obedience.
I promisse spoils of war, great wealth.
If you ride with me to eternal glory.
One by one he defeated and conquered rival tribes and integrated them
into his evergrowing army.
A man with great ambition must never stop.
He first learned the enemies ways.
Then destroyed them psychologically.
TEMUJIN, TEMUJIN
Once his empire was built he saw expansion chances.
The western land offered opportunity for growth.
He attacked Xi Xia and after taming it he went after the Jin Dynasty.
Developed the chemical warfare throwing dead bodies inside the cities.
His road was paved with the blood of his enemies.
He was a resolute conqueror.
Defied by the Khwarazmian empire, unleashed the fury of a three-headed army beast.
The thirst of vengengeance cannont be quenched, thus he ordered to massacre most of the civilians and enslaved the rest.
He raised pyramids with the severed heads and even erased the birthplace of the emperor by diverting a river.
*MONGOLIAN CHANT/THROAT SINGING (Juan Orcajada)*
By the Yassa code, I only ask obedience.
I promisse spoils of war, great wealth.
If you ride with me to eternal glory.
On the way back to his land he splitted his army in two forces.
He raided India and Afghanistan while the second army pushed through the Caucasus and into Russia, Armenia, Georgia to the Black Sea.
The Golden Horde encircled the entire Caspian Sea and ended their brutal campaing with the subdue of Persia, Transoxania and Volga Bulgaria.
Many tales are told about his death, but to this day it still remains a mystery
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Is it a part of our survival instinct? The nature within to distort reality?
So We can lie to ourselves and go ahead with our less than moral plans..
Deadline's closing in.
What We find inherently in all of us
Uncertainty.
What We carry in our hearts corrupted to the core
Still.. uncertain.
Fate is in all aspects more inexorable than unexpected.
So can we trust ourselves?
No.
Is this the only way?
Astray.
Are our souls bloodstained?
In many ways.
So can we trust ourselves?
No.
Is this the only way?
Betray.
Are our souls bloodstained?
In many ways.
I, the betrayer, will stand against the tyrant in the name of our convenient pact.
I will bring end to the dictatorship to regain freedom.
I will commit the highest treason just for the greater good of us.
The misguided.
Fate is in all aspects more inexorable than unexpected.
So can We trust ourselves?
No.
Is this the only way?
Astray.
Are our souls bloodstained?
In many ways.
So can We trust ourselves?
No.
Is this the only way?
Betray.
Are our souls bloodstained?
In many ways.
At the feet of Magnus Pompey 23 stab wounds of treachery will change history.
The attack, swift as lightning, will be struendous as the thunder.
We shall be traitors branded as saviours.
What We carry in our hearts corrupted to the core
Still.. uncertain.
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London at night. The stars shine.
I've never felt this chilling fear in my life.
The alarm cries. Time stops.
The Blitz is coming one more time.
An unussual noise. Something ominous is happening.
Hundreds upon hundreds of black birds coming from the distance.
Wave upon wave of German bombers were unleashing the deadly cargo.
For those that could not get shelter.. A long and terrifying night awaits.
The siren's rising and falling in pitch.
All Hell was let lose.
It is a blazing Inferno.
Over five hours of the full terror of concentrated bombing raids.
Hundred of tons of high explosives and incendiary bombs rain down upon the city.
They strike like a beast by night.
A sea of flames.
A vision straight from the Apocalypse.
The Luftwaffe was free to bomb with impunity our beloved city in retaliation to the bombing of Berlin.
Every two minutes We can hear the engines grinding over our heads mixed with the sound of Antiaircraft guns spitting more Hell.
The sky turned orange and huge black clouds of smoke appeared.
The whole horizon is burning.
Firestorms erupted. Crackling, engulfing houses.
Buildings collapsing. It was all black. Lots of dust.
The earth was shaking and our hoples crumbling while We run over the melting asphalt.
For those that could not get shelter.. A long and terrifying night awaits.
Hundreds will never live to see the morning.
Lights went off. Total blackout.
Crushing noises all around.
Another story.. untold.
[War Lament: Juan Orcajada]
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From Beta to Alpha State
03:54
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The Seed is about to get sown.
The richest soil now prepares to be raped.
Germinates and escalates quickly.
An evil Crescendo.
Evil Crescendo of images and sounds.
The Left Hemisphere narcotized. Outshined by the Right Hemisphere. And with it, a rush of natural opiates that makes the trip numbingly pleasant.
Beta endorphins and Enkephalins in a frenetic dance, spurred by the cathode rays.
The shackles of dependence now materialize in chemical necessity.
Neocortex and midbrain deactivated.
Limbic system takes control.
Sense of Reality lost.
Emotional sequences, through fiction, fixate new ideas and behaviours.
Like waves, crushing and shaping the rock.
The guard is down. No logic applied.
Open the gates of Troy to the wooden Horse.
Downloading all files and new programs to the organic hard disk.
Slowly reprogramming.
Erasing logical capacity.
Reconfigurating Concepts.
Altering Senses.
The process has been completed successfully.
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Legacy
04:44
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The Mirror
04:42
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Its practical not to care at all.
What's the point on taking notice if We believe We cannot change a thing?
Better to live entertained than worried.
So, We give ourselves to the passions.
The illogical force.
The animal impulse that drives us to think and do things in ways We might not otherwise have done.. Had We been left to our own devices.
We are intimately engaged with the cultural industry.
It obscures our Visions on the world by providing layers of distorting ideas.
The ever pushing force that takes us down.
The shaping of the mind on vapid anthems and inane representations.
The enemies of independent thought.
An intrusive and unwanted manipulator of the free flow of information and ideas
on humanity's quest for truth.
"But at the end.. What is the truth?"
What's on the mirrors other side?
Take a deep look and try to be sincere.
Just Try.
No.
We are trapped in this vivid show although it is difficult for us to see it,
because We are living through it.
Just.. Play along.
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White Death
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I was a hunter and farmer living peacefully in the beautiful, yet so cold, Rautjärvi.
In the south Karelia region, near the border to the Soviet Union.
As the Winter War began I was called upon to go to war.
I knew I would be fighting for a good cause.
To try to stop the Russians from taking my hometown and my country.
It began on November the thirtieth, 1939..
Dressed in a white snow camouflage suit,
I would be like a spectre in the snow white surroundings of the north of Lake Ladoga.
The Winter was to become a very cold one.
And the Red Army was massive.
But they also were unexperienced and spoked different dialects.
Shocked and confused, their attacks were brutal but disorganized.
Our Motti tactics would disband them and make them lose morale.
By March, 1945, after a hundred days of War, the (Russian?)deathroll was so high
that the Crimson Titan started an enormous offensive.
With Behemothian firepower of artillery, tanks, infantry and aircrafts.
The attack was overwhelming.
We had to retreat.
And in that moment I was staring at the barrel of a Soviet Riffle.
An explosive bullet crushed my left upper jaw.
By luck.. or maybe faith.. I was rescued alive from the front line.
Seven days later I woke up from a coma.
The same glorious day that peace was declared.
"I only did my duty and what I was told to do.. As well as I could.."
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Lies Feed
05:06
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Teetering
on the brink of Paranoia
Should we share our thoughs?
Should I speak openly?
Self censorship not to let the enemy know.
Never let the enemy know.
As We exchange words
There's someone, something
hidden behind this stream of lies.
Technology runs rampant.
Dull entertainment toys for some.
Weapons to spy, control and opress for others.
The new revolution is the abscense of one.
The birdcage is open, but it feels safer inside.
Just another thing to write on the walls to fall into collective oblivion.
Behavioral targeting, for more entertainment and consumerism.
Fooled by a lesser known deceiver.
The infinite feed that makes the edges blur.
A virtual device that collects everything.
Turn on the watchful eye.
But share not what you are.
As We exchange words
There's someone, something
hidden behind the powerlines(This stream of lies?).
A surrogate life in a surrogate world.
Isolated to interact. Living through others.
While the Five-Eyed God Echelon
takes care of his children.
A perfected brain candy.
We are addicted to the bait.
Is it worth the dopamine shot?
Mesmerized by the opressor.
As We exchange words
There's someone, something
hidden behind the this stream of lies?.
Algorithms to predict.
Smoke and mirrors to distract.
The only way to win the game
lies in not playing it.
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Atlantis
05:19
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So Far and yet so close.
This ancient blood still runs warm in us.
And its legacy still strong, albeit the memories of great times and even greater horrors still shun us.
The curse of ignorance. The lash of arrogance.
The renaissance of hubris.
Inhale and exhale. As above so below. As Thou shall rise, Thou shall fall.
The golden apple holds knowledge but it rots once its inside. The more you eat, the more the Anguish.
The throes of ambition. The thirst that never quenches.
Thousands of years, a Myriad of Empires. All of them share the same Fate.
Divine creatures that defy the Gods.
Pledge your service to us and join us.
To what end?
To The End.
Have We lost our way? Forever to wander in the dark. We hold dear to our pleasure.
The sacrifice is endless.
We step into the heads of our brothers in an effort to hold the Sun with our tremolous fingers.
Hedonistic race for power. Never to reach Homeostasis.
Technology to reach the Pinnacle. And once at the top. Spy the divine plan.
Unleash the fury of the Gods. And find the same Fate as Atlantis.
Plunged into a sea of Oblivion. Men will return to the mud. Once again. And again. And again. Again.
Thousands of years, a Myriad of Empires. All of them share the same Fate.
Divine creatures that defy the Gods. Some things are never meant to change. The cycle is eternal.
Hedonistic race for power. Never to reach Homeostasis.
Technology to reach the Pyramid. And once at the top. Spy the divine plan.
And find the same Fate as Atlantis.
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