Arditi
Album • 2006
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Our past sufferings were lessons, and for every lesson we took our will got only stronger. These decades of misery were a lesson, and for each minute that passed our goal got only closer. And the final lesson, and it's final assignment, we give you this day. Take whatever you have at hand and turn it into a weapon. Take whatever feelings you have left and turn them into hatred. For there are no losers in our war. It brings glory to the victors, it edifies the character of the noble defeated. And it makes extinct what should not exist in the first. And when our day comes... All field lie fallow. All grounds are ripe with blood. Words echo hollow. When every ploughshare's made a sword. Comfort is the most dangerous enemy faced today. It lingers and renders you incapable of any action whorthwhile. Serenity a poison made as deadly as any other. It pacifies you and induces a state of mind. In which you do not even recognize the most essential Tributes of your existance Our war is a wakeup call It will bring us back where we belong It will provide for us a reason for our existance This is not the war to end all wars This is the war that will never end... All field lie fallow. All grounds are ripe with blood. Words echo hollow. When every ploughshare's made a sword.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
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No disease has never been cured Unless it's cause is known This is equally true medecine as in politics And on our way to find the reason we are ill This is the absolute essence: Let the word Discrete be replaced by DECISIVE Let the word Fair be replaced by GREAT Let the word Freedom be replaced by UNITY And let the word Community be replaced by BLOOD
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
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The world is a sinking ship Sunk by the weight of six billion people We were sentenced to this fate By those tho preached that they all are as good as you and I That they all should decide our destination Though none of them has found a meaningful Direction for themselves Now everthing we loved will die Unless get another go at steering So here we stand, On the summit of the aft, Hurling defiance at those who are our misortune
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
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