Antigone

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Words, these words of freedom, a bequest never to be silenced. A bequest never to be silenced! Silenced! In this world of lies the truth, it means resistance, to make the masses see and sense their needs. He healed so many aching hearts and wounds, and threw back the baseness, back to where it came from. Aspired from the middle of his brothers, charged this suffering and oppression. One single voice became a storm, his words and melodies. The weapon they fear... Threw back the baseness, back from where it came. Threw back the baseness, back from where it came. A bequest never to be silenced! Nobody is chosen to suffer, nobody is destined to rule! Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing. Fettered his hands but not the words he wrote. These songs we'll sing... Threw back the baseness, back from where it came. Threw back the baseness, back from where it came. "Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

A generation raised in darkness, controlled, polluted, fed with the truth that blinds their view. Their ways and fates decided, implanted sorrows kill their needs, their needs controlled. A common way to happiness but I never learned to sell myself. A common way to happiness but I never learned to sell myself. Poets became silent while clowns arose and burned the books again. No thinkers daring vision grew where thieves ran free and crippled human dignity. In the noise of unimportance and stupidity the sceptic's whispers went unheard. Go! A common way to happiness but I never learned to sell myself. A common way to happiness but I never learned to sell myself. Be sure this storm will not drown my voice, be sure my hands will sow the seeds of reason. I'll never be a minor, I'll never be a happy slave. I'll never be a minor, I'll never be a happy slave. May this cold sever my face and may the pain weaken my fists. No inner strife will touch me, the only truth is in my heart. The only truth is in my heart!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Architects of the Apocalypse... Greed and addiction drowned their pity, washed away their thoughts of compassion and regret. A world left wounded, slaved and raped. your paradise is Hell for your descendants. Cathedrals of justice in a kingdom of hypocrisy, castles of self-righteousness built on graves. Masses kept in forlorn, nations laid to waste, the dynamo of northern golden age. Darkened our future, blinded by greed, sold your fate to the highest price. I don't believe, I don't believe in you! You are the enemy, you are the enemy! A rush into our doom as if your God came down and cures all failure. A rush into our doom as if your God came down and cures all failure. Cathedrals of justice in a kingdom of hypocrisy, castles of self-righteousness built on graves. I don't believe, I don't believe! You are the enemy, you are the enemy! The enemy!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

See them die, they die! A rain of blood should cover our world, stench and decay should be the only thing we sense. But hidden in the dark and erased from our heads Barbarity and slaughter are everywhere. A contemptible ethic, a relict! For the weakest of the weak, for the lowest of the low. My voice for the voiceless, my fists for the innocent. On the edge of a new age this is still our dogma. For the weakest of the weak, for the lowest of the low. My voice for the voiceless, my fists for the innocent. The innocent! No grave for million tortured creatures but a common grave for our morals, this slaughter, an ethic I deny. See them die, they die! An archaic way of thinking, so monstrous and absurd. For the weakest of the weak, for the lowest of the low. My voice for the voiceless, my fists for the innocent.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Dreams torn to pieces, broken like glass. Hope faded away, withered like leaves. Not knowing is blessing, ignorance the only protection! Nothing is numbing my pain, the fragments of my faith became the blade in my hand. Just darkness my eyes see, pushed me to the end of all dead-end-streets. A curse, cannot lie to myself, I'm doomed, cannot silence my heart. Fear is the tool, conformity your medicine! Nothing is numbing my pain, the fragments of my faith became the blade in my hand. Just darkness my eyes see, pushed me to the end of all dead-end-streets. How can I smile as this age dies, like everybody else dancing around the fire that burns this world. Can't bend down, I would just break, I hate myself for playing their game. Parents poison their children and never teach them to question. Nothing is numbing my pain, the fragments of my faith became the blade in my hand. Just darkness my eyes see, pushed me to the end of all dead-end-streets. If it only wasn't for this certainty in me, I am a giant in their tiny world.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Risen from the ashes, the ashes of the dreams you burned. So many wars these eyes have seen, so many agonies my soul went through. I died with them so many years ago! Just in darkness my eyes see the world, there is nothing more to lose. Forlorn and desperation, the fruits of your power. A world of slaves and servants, the only aim to rule them all. Punishment to nonconformists, death and terror to the upright ones. Coups and interventions, nothing will be uncontrolled. My life against your reign! A final judgement will be given, you come with me, this is the end A time will come for all of you to harvest the storm. My blood will drown your flame of greed. The time has come for you to harvest the storm. The time has come for you to harvest the storm. No single tear, no single scream, a silent smile, the time is now. Forlorn in desperation, the fruits of your power. A world of slaves and servants, the only aim to rule them all. Coups and interventions, nothing will be uncontrolled, my life against your reign. A final judgement will be given, you come with me, this is the end A time will come for all of you to harvest the storm. My blood will drown your flame of greed. The time has come for you to harvest the storm. The time has come for you to harvest the storm. No single tear, no single scream, a silent smile, the time is now. A moment of redemption to harvest, to harvest the storm.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

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Deceived of all your dreams, betrayed by all your leaders. This shall no place to be, this a dead end future. Take a walk, take a walk through grey, concrete deserts, apathetic faces, empty eyes, the only thing you will see. A whole country bleeding to death, one big illusion. Bleeding to death... No young hands to built it up, cities fall to ruin. Just old men left to mourn! Four decades of a life denied, abused good will to exploit us. Bleeding to death... Brothers turned to victors fooled by ancient propaganda. A bottle, your illusion. Four decades of a life denied, abused good will to exploit us. Bleeding to death... Your home just like a colony! Take a walk, take a walk through grey, concrete deserts, apathetic faces, empty eyes, the only thing you will see. A whole country bleeding to death, one big illusion. Bleeding to death...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Kept away from daylight, deprived from all the songs I loved. These walls may hold my body captive but my soul is attending every sunset. This is the hardest way, the hardest way there was to walk but nothing I regret. Nothing I regret! Our death would only be the only thing they're praying for. Time won't force us to surrender, their crippled freedom is not the one we're longing for. As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons, not born as soldiers but driven to the end. These wounds will be like memories enhancing my existence. Our scars shall be the seals of freedom, I know that time heals nothing. Never casting down my eyes before the tyrant's throne. I know that our screams will sound out to the world, our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom. The tree of freedom! These wounds will be like memories enhancing my existence. These wounds will be like memories, cannot banish this idea. This idea will overcome all walls, all walls and fences. A young man's deeds became an old man's wisdom.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Rise! One voice, one power, the people's will arose. Slew the tyrant and burned his castles, brought down a supreme blooded pestilence once more. Under the same dawn advocates of wealth and freedom spread their words like prophets do. Down, down, down, bring them down! Down, down, down, bring them down! Down to their knees, down with this greed! Fooling us again while our screams not even silenced This rage has been a weapon but our hope will bring the doom. So many times I prayed, so many times I prayed, so many times I prayed so many times I died. We burst the chains And now we should be on our own, but the fear of tomorrow will drive you to their arms again. The golden age we're celebrating creeps out of the womb of the same old lie. Under the same dawn advocates of wealth and freedom spread their words like prophets do. Down, down, down, bring them down! Down, down, down, bring them down! Down to their knees, down with this greed! Fooling us again while our screams not even silenced This rage has been a weapon but our hope will bring the doom. So many times I prayed, so many times I prayed, so many times I prayed so many times I died. We burst the chains And now we should be on our own, but the fear of tomorrow will drive you to their arms again. A child of tyranny and hatred, a Heaven for the chosen few.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

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