They Live

from Chthonica by Gardarika

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lyrics

Not a single voice
Only croaking of hired toadies
So you have no choice
Just to listen to endless eulogies

"You should be grateful" they say
"For our charity,
We we've brought you these happy days
Of prosperity,
And if you know any disgruntled
Just say the names,
The ungrateful will be punished!"

Do you feel this weight?
Jeer is bending you to the ground
And implicit hate is
Gnawing you and all around.

"We can't breathe!
Don't bring it to grief!"

Can you hear the insulated cries of desperation
In the rare times of calm?

"We can't breathe!
Don't bring it to grief"

Do you share this cruel irresistible temptation?
What about to crash it all!

Do you smell the blood?
Do you smell the blood yeah
Of your brothers who died in ignorance of what goes on
Now they bleed

The unnameable gods,
The unnameable gods yeah
Hold your mind captive in the weakening drowse
For their needs

If you're sick and tired of this somnolence
Will you find a comfort in violence
And bitter revenge?

Cast away their sops, break out form the stall,
Form the battle line, time to crash them all
A perfect exchange

Have you ever thought,
Have you ever thought yeah
Can the creatures like that ones exist on the earth
But they live

If they feel a threat,
If they feel a threat yeah
They will promise anything you want to pay off
Don't believe.

See the palace of the black sorcerers
Guarded by the legions of murderers
They're eager to fight

Brothers, are you willing to pit your skill
'gainst the impudents, who were coached to kill
The unholy might

Sudden impact when
We almost won
This is not blood,
Just splashes of the Sun

Victory was near
But we met a defeat
We held out against the power and cruelty
Not against the guile

They will make you suffer
But they still need you
As a vampire needs a victim's blood for his life
They won't let you die

So go back again to your prison cell
Hide into the sleep from the morbid spell
Until the next time.