Audio Pieces
White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery He killed our tribes, he killed our creed He took our game for his own need We fought him hard, we fought him well Out on the plains we gave him hell But many came, too much for Cree Oh, will we ever be set free? Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom, the stab in the back Women and children are cowards, attack Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Soldier blue in the barren wastes Hunting and killing's their game Raping the women and wasting the men The only good Indians are tame Selling them whiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Yeah Oh, ow Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives Run to the hills, run for your lives
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
As the sun breaks above the ground An old man stands on the hill As the ground warms to the first rays of light A birdsong shatters the still His eyes are ablaze See the madman in his gaze Fly on your way, like an eagle Fly as high as the sun On your way, like an eagle Fly, touch the sun, yeah Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears Looks the old man in the eye As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd "In the name of God, my father, I'll fly" His eyes seem so glazed As he flies on the wings of a dream Now he knows his father betrayed Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave Fly on your way, like an eagle Fly as high as the sun On your way, like an eagle Fly, touch the sun Yeah, fly, on your way, like an eagle Fly as high as the sun On your way, like an eagle Fly as high as the sun On your way, like an eagle Fly, touch the sun On your way, like an eagle Fly Fly as high as the sun
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers" Napalm screams of human flames For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat And lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine And feed it with our babies The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb The body bags and little rags Of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain To put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words And make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of gun The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain Don't you pray for my soul anymore Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb Midnight, midnight Midnight, is all night Midnight, midnight Midnight, is all night Midnight, all night
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travelin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else I close my eyes and think of home Another city goes by in the night Ain't it funny how it is? You never miss it till it's gone away And my heart is lying there and will be till my dying day So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Can't ease this pain, so easily When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Oh-woah, yeah I've been looking so long for you now, you won't get away from my grasp You've been living so long in hiding, and hiding behind that false mask And you know that I know that you ain't got that long to last Your looks and your feelings are just the remains of your past You're standing in the wings there, you wait for the curtain to fall And knowing the terror and holding you have on us all Now, I know that you're gonna scratch me and maim me and maul And you know I'm helpless from your mesmerising catcall, ooh Keep your distance, walk away, don't take his bait Don't you stray, don't fade away, yeah Watch your step, he's out to get you, come what may Don't you stray from the narrow way, yeah I'm running and hiding, in my dreams, you're always there You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil, you're just out to scare You damaged my mind and my soul; it just floats through the air You haunt me, you taunt me, you torture me back at your lair Torture me back at your lair
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026