Live the Storm

Live in a labyrinth, live in a maze Twisted and broken; worn out and thrown away In search for more time, in search for a meaning Break my back, you just wanna get it off Cause now I just wanna get it off! (get it off) Get it off my back, (get it off) I just wanna get it off! (get it off) Get it off my back For 50 long years now my body gave profit So faithful in service, time heals nothing Work as your social life, work as your drug The comfort it offered, was it worth the pain? Cause now I just wanna get it off! (get it off) Get it off my back, (get it off) I just wanna get it off! (get it off) Get it off my back Now! Stand up and be counted Proud in your failure Stand up and be counted Now is the time to reclaim Your life, your time, your rights, your pride Stand up and be counted 3x Cause now I just wanna get it off! (get it off) Get it off my back, (get it off) I just wanna get it off! (get it off) Get it off my back, (get it off) I just wanna get it off! 6x Get it off Get it off my back

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

There's a fire at the horizon Infernal and divine Majestic as a sunset Burning in an orange line The world will burn hard In a withering fire And will come to an end in a funeral pyre The fiery father will come out of the sky He shall strike upon us who were born to fry Out of despair into a mass genocide Souls swept away by his nuclear tide A dark wind blows Over this land of death Pounding everything Into a black smoking mess The fury of flames Inside our wounds All that we pray for Is death to come soon The fiery father will come out of the sky He shall strike upon us who were born to fry Out of despair into a mass suicide Souls swept away by his nuclear tide Our gods are dethroned By a mushroom cloud Dead but dreaming Alone in a crowd Reduced to ashes Naked and cold In the not too distant future I see death itself reload

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

Propagating, entertaining Rewriting and censoring Our history descrated adjust, adapt, obey Teachers, media, politicians And, yeah, your parents as well Are either bought or just equally fucked It's a one way communication A deadweight population It's a one way communication I won't conform, no fucking way! The burnt out, the anorectic Part of the result The naive, the so pathetic And the non-reflecting cult Ghosts of tomorrow, fear them today Oh, yeah, fear them today You better wake up before it's too late One way communication A deadweight population It's a one way communication I won't conform, no fucking way! One way communication A deadweight population One way Deadweight One way Deadweight

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

Dogmas put on podiums Swallow blind the bait Prime-time advertised, prostitution In darkness we hibernate Depravity will take human form Let self-destruction be the norm We will not know the end We will all be numb by then Collective destructive behaviour Precise and clean self-mutilation Soft skin, hardened surgical scars Methadone addiction Recreational narcotics Balanced and controlled No reflection in the mirror The cage inside us all Apathy, the sharpest weapon A respect built on abuse So thin, so transparent Brought up on diet truth Painted up in weekend bliss So afraid of what we might miss Comfort or freedom, you can't have both Sharpen the knives, go for their throats Collective destructive behaviour Precise and clean self-mutilation Soft skin, hardened surgical scars Methadone addiction Recreational narcotics Balanced and controlled No reflection in the mirror The cage inside us all Apathy, the sharpest weapon A respect built on abuse So thin, so transparent Brought up on diet truth The longer we dwell on in silence The less that we question ourselves The next generation, our children Will have no rights left to protect Collective destructive behaviour Precise and clean self-mutilation Soft skin, hardened surgical scars Methadone addiction Recreational narcotics Balanced and controlled No reflection in the mirror Unseen, expendable The cage inside us all

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

Our cities are but sewers Where rats in suits stalk their prey Paper-pushing corporate swine Crushed by their own weight It's a proper dystopian hell Another lesson learned too late And no one will live to tell Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight You cellphone-sporting corpses Choking on your cosmetics The winning team will be the most numb, the most pathetic A destructive lifestyle we celebrate A testament of the depraved Do you really want to be saved? Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Do you really want to be saved? Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight The furnace The furnace The furnace

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

To live the storm Free from all of your norms A generation at war Your days and nights we swarm Into the white heat, into the unknown One with the storm All your decisions, yours alone Into the unruly night To search, to search and destroy Into the white heat, into the unknown Go! To overthrow and tear down all that came before A constant urge for more Your gods are now dethroned Into the white heat, into the unknown To live the storm With the eagles soar Into the unknown A future including no closed doors... No closed doors To live the storm Into the white heat, into the unknown To live the storm

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 21, 2026

We dream of poison Of annihilating liberation We are too young for mercy We are the revolution Come on! When there's no more room in hell The dead shall walk the earth You say we are the future When will you ever learn? A testament Born out of desperation Life wasted on the living The dead but dreaming youth A generation staring Into the blinding light of truth (of truth) When there's no more room in hell The dead shall walk the earth You say we are the future When will you ever learn? A testament Born out of desperation A testament Born out of desperation A testament Born out of desperation A testament Born out of desperation A testament Born out of nightmares Denial, apathy and stress You say we are the future Yeah whatever will be left A generation wasted Cynical and bored to death When there's no more room in hell The dead shall walk the earth You say we are the future When will you ever learn? A TESTAMENT

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

There's a place that we all return to We stare ourselves in the face A moment of clarity Refuse to join the race We release it all, over and over again True to ourselves, we cannot fail As you place your trust (As you place your trust) In a system lost (In a system lost) All will turn to dust All will turn to rust In exodus In exodus To live for the feeling of when it all explodes A blessing or a curse We burn out, we burn out Born in darkness, born too late We leave ashes in our wake Leave it all behind, leave it all behind As you place your trust (As you place your trust) In a system lost (In a system lost) All will turn to dust All will turn to rust In exodus In exodus We leave only to return again Retaliation on blackened wings descends We are the living end, we are the endless void We gather in flocks, we search and destroy We leave only to return again We leave only to return again As you place your trust In a system lost In exodus In exodus There's a place that we all return to We stare ourselves in the face (In exodus) A moment of clarity Refuse to join the race (In exodus) We release it all, over and over again (In exodus) True to ourselves, we cannot fail

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

All hail democracy, hypocrisy Promote the war campaign A calculated risk The numbers that are slain Election year is here We gather round a cause In the weapon industry We place our votes For I promote oblivion (oblivion) Let the maps of war be drawn We are but pawns in their power schemes All hail (all hail) the new clear dawn As history repeats itself Behind closed doors Lesser gods of higher rank Prodding us to war The iron dream a burning curse We will never learn For god, for oil, for land Lines are drawn in the sand For I promote oblivion (oblivion) Let the maps of war be drawn We are but pawns in their power schemes All hail (all hail) the new clear dawn On public demand, oblivion (oblivion) The seeds of hate are sown We are but pawns in their power schemes All hail... the new clear dawn For I promote oblivion (oblivion) Let the maps of war be drawn We are but pawns in their power schemes All hail (all hail) the new clear dawn

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

The hearts of men have grown tired and weak Welcome to all forms of corruption Blind to all, but power, profit and gain And all of our earthly possessions We decorate, happily our tombs to be With the brilliant art of illusion Perpetuating the cycle All surface, no depth Without destitution there would be no sickening wealth The medication, the guilt The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat The sleeping troubles, the cancers The heart attacks, the early deaths The end of justice, the radiant fires The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre The pesticide that we inhale We feed the machines with our blood, our sweat The phantoms are here, I can hear them Gathered in flocks they watch over our steps Our intellect, it must not be awakened With their broken promises, your broken backs By the new world order oppressed All who question their methods All who question their reasons All who question their ethics Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress The medication, the guilt The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat The sleeping troubles, the cancers The heart attacks, the early deaths The end of justice, the radiant fires The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre The pesticide that we inhale All who question their methods All who question their reasons All who question their ethics Silenced by the crack of the whip of progress The medication, the guilt The low self-esteem and the nervous sweat The sleeping troubles, the cancers The heart attacks, the early deaths The end of justice, the radiant fires The waste left behind in the all-cleansing flames The poisonous fumes from our own funeral pyre The pesticide that we inhale x5 The pesticide that we inhale x5

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026