Neaera
Album • 2007
Attack! The world's eyes are getting sore. A boot in humanity's face. This camp makes your country a target even more. A sacrifice (on the altar) of security. The side-effects of your selfish deeds grew bigger than what you tried to defeat. By fighting terror with these means, your enemies only unite and increase. Suicide, torture, hunger-strike can't prevent you from your path. Arrogant monopoly of being right, privilege of the powerful and hurt. Praising the war on terror. A great recruitment trigger. It all comes back to you. It all comes back to you. You reap the wind you sow. Sow wind, reap storm. You sow wind, reap storm. Praising the war on terror. A great recruitment trigger. It all comes back to you. It all comes back to you. You reap the wind you sow. Reap the wind you sow. Spearheading the spawn!
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
We are the weeping mass, born into emptiness. Abandoned in the center of your disregard. Tempted by hope to escape from despair Naivity led us to fall for your charms. Spirits numb with fear. These voices laugh no more. Whispers to deafened ears. These crying eyes are sore. Blinded by the light of your false illusions. We in vicious circles into our doom. From a place where nothing is at ease. We pray for the aftermath as we dwell in perpetual gloom. We are the ruling class, your woeful unexistence is the essence of our lies. We turn your hopes to chaos. We turn your hopes to chaos. With blind precision we dissect your minds. Your loss is our gain. You are the tools of our greed, ee turn your seconds to hours. We sacrifice your empty shells to our false gods, helplessly devoured. Spirits numb with fear. These voices laugh no more. Whispers to deafened ears. These crying eyes are sore.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Right! Fit out for the dangers of our century. It's not the time to disarm. Arm against social decay. Anonymity, decadence, neglect. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Get armed against social cutback. Unemployment, divide. Arm against social terror. It creeps through the veil of democracy. Get armed against withdrawal. Only offense will survive. Only offense will survive. Beware of depression, your soul shall be a palace. Get armed against yourself, the roots are always within. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Under way.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
This is for the fragile and weak, serenades of the yearning. This is for the strong and ambitious, anthems of power and pride. Tunes for the burning inside, pouring oil in your fire. We stand in tranquillizing flames. Kill the quiet with the storm and the storm with the quiet. Quenching the ordinary pains in the quiet ablaze. This is for the angry and pissed, the sound of denial made flesh. This is for the scarred and withdrawn: Build bridges instead of walls! A shell of swords and knives protects the core inside. Tracks from the womb of life bring angels and demons to light. Tunes from the depths of our hearts, you pour the oil in our fire. We stand in tranquillizing flames. Kill the quiet with the storm and the storm with the quiet. Quenching the ordinary pains in the quiet ablaze. In the quiel ablaze. In the quiel ablaze.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Inside this infant shell I prematurely came of age, a childhood's remnants for nightmares of abysmal suffering. I carried the burden to the edges of my soul to spread the tale for those who are forced to scream without a mouth. Who are forced to scream without a mouth! You thousands, you millions behold the sound of my voice. You children of children remember the sound of my voice. Harbinger of the past, keeper of a better tomorrow? Harbinger of the past, keeper of a better tomorrow? My eyes have gazed into a vortex of brutality, from the undertow I surfaced and was washed ashore. I am an orphanyet a child to all my memories. I am alone yet there are so many more like me. One of millions descended into chaos, victims of minds infected with all consuming hate. With all consuming hate! You thousands, you millions behold the sound of my voice. You children of children remember the sound of my voice. Harbinger of the past, keeper of a better tomorrow? Harbinger of the past, keeper of a better tomorrow? Tomorrow! The rain of all these tears has cleansed my mind of anger, it has erased the urge to retaliate. Behold the sound of my voice, remember the sound of my voice.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Rage! The tree grows sturdy. The rock withstands the raging floods. Fate wields the axe, turns the tide that will one day cause the stone to break. Inside this painful dissonance, I commend myself to dark oblivion. Petrified and crippled. Petrified and crippled. My safe harbour lies in ruins. A life never to be lived. Joy never to be felt. Laughter never to be heard again. Never to be healed again. Estranged and marked by loss, I lash out at the unreachable. Disposable creature, denying the uncomfortable. The tree grows sturdy. The rock withstands the raging floods. Your soul will never cease to pulse inside me. My safe harbour lies in ruins. A life never to be lived. Joy never to be felt. Laughter never to be heard again.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Storm and sea punish us piece by piece. But world economy must grow. If we drown, we drown in luxury. But world economy must grow. Why should we save lives we'll never meet? Why should we not destroy? Why should we not destroy ourselves? Orphaning the future. Orphaning ourselves. The change we cause will slowly destroy your tiny world. You have nothing to say, you're helpless, consumed. We're dancing to the end on volcanoes. Screaming pantomimes in our ears. At night, we set our beds ablaze. Orphaning the future, orphaning ourselves. Why should we save lives we'll never meet? Why should we not destroy? Why should we not destroy ourselves? Orphaning the future. Orphaning ourselves. We're dancing to the end on volcanoes. Screaming in our ears. At night, we set our beds ablaze. Orphaning the future, orphaning ourselves.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
I have been thinking the wrong thoughts. Misread the signs. Walking on false paths. I misjudged life. I was chanting the wrong songs, too deaf to hear. Playing nostalgic tunes, anywhere, but here. Anywhere, but here. Anywhere. You can not get the right answers when you're asking the wrong questions. Following familiar tracks is seldom the best. Strength is not how high you can climb, but how you cope when you bounce. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Don't let the past reign you forever. Strength is not how high you can climb, but how you cope when you bounce. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
I am the breeder of my fear. Apathy is my tender liar. Immerged in leeches pond. Cowardice the disgraceful vice. Widower of my delusion with disobedient flesh. I refuse to gorge the bowels of decay. Paralyzed by barking jaws, hurricanes become a whisper. Claws of the powerful, enchain angry raised fists. Widower of my delusion with disobedient flesh. I refuse to gorge the bowels of decay. Afraid to bow down again. In the dungeon of submission, they flagellate rebellious hearts Close mutiny of untamed minds, where boldness will be first mate. Widower of my delusion with disobedient flesh. I refuse to gorge the bowels of decay.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
You curse the inner demons. Condemn all that aches. What you thought would kill you, also keeps you alive and breathing. Don't deny your inner demons. Don't try to kill them away. Make use of your passion and pain. Grief, melancholy. Sources divine to creativity. Grief, melancholy. Sources divine to creativity. This life is just a fragment of a dream. What would drive us if we were complete? The desire anchored inside is haunting, but makes you tick and move. Tick and move. What has died in you that must be resurrected? What has died in you that must yet be buried? That must yet be buried? Some things you simply cannot tame, the need for pain. Sometimes you simply cannot tame, the need for pain. This life is just a fragment of a dream. What would drive us if we were complete? The desire anchored inside is haunting, but makes you tick and move. Tick and move. Tick and move. Tick and move.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
The house, the storm. Feather and tar. Art, existence. The house, the storm. Feather and tar. Art, existence. The flower in the sewer. The days of mourn are pass, all sorrow aside. I finally arrived in a realm I thought not be true. Here I dwell forever, eternal ease. Found a lotus in the sewer, a lake for the sword. No longer sick of shining, no longer scared of burning. Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched. The scarred despise all grief, antagonism. Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched. The scarred despise all grief, antagonism obsolete. The world has silenced, the voices are gone. I made oil my water and dust my air. Found relief, salvation, quit the downward spiral. Sad years, bygone. Future, the brightest white. Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched. The scarred despise all grief, antagonism. Grand, imperial peace, I left the wretched. The scarred despise all grief, antagonism obsolete. Antagonism obsolete. The house, the storm. Feather and tar. Art, existence. The flower in the sewer.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
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A nation chose its side A vote that justifies Corruption, deceit, torture Blind faith in selfish leaders Whose only religion is greed Imposing their beliefs on the world Perverted picture of democracy Trade your freedom For the illusion of safety Is it so much easier to bow? In a state of control This tendency to trust in What controls you Has left your nation paralyzed Trade your freedom A constant climate of fear Maintained by the power-hungry The abolition of free will A divided people's truth Isolated from the eyes of the world The ministry of thought Blessing or curse? What a choice to make? What a signal to send to the world? Trade your freedom For the illusion of safety Is it so much easier to bow? In a state of control
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
We are generation greed We are generation soma Our desire is more But more will never be enough Welcome to the shores of plenty Where possession equals happiness We are generation soma Generation greed In the lungs of abundance Paradigm lost We are so sick as to choke on too much Instead of starving on too less (Instead of starving on too less) We are flooded by a tidal wave of poison Slowly polluting our minds Our prosperity Is based on exploiting you Your poverty and weakness Will always ensure our wealth Peace of mind lies hidden deep within It can't be sold or bought This illusion can protect you This illusion will also swallow you Welcome to the shores of plenty Where possession equals hapiness We are so sick as to choke on too much Instead of starving on too less (Instead of starving on too less) We are flooded by a tidal wave of poison Slowly polluting our minds
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
This massive gallery of killing tools A mad number of technological miracles Weapons not only kill their targets They also kill those who pull the trigger Violence, the language of the weak Let the pen be mightier than the sword Than the sword Wartime absurdity Economy's prosperity Greed over conscience Mothers weep over their dead sons' bodies Prices are rising on the stock One man's sorrow, another man's pleasure? Is that it, is that it? All these victims of greed and loss All these pictures you cannot forget All these victims of greed and loss All these pictures you cannot forget All these victims of greed and loss All these pictures you cannot forget A soldier's innocence devoured by fierce memories Let the pen be mightier than the sword Let the pen be mightier than the sword One man's sorrow, another man's pleasure? Is that it, is that it? Tamed, deceived, enslaved by power Lost, devoured, consumed with trauma Enslaved by power The World Devourers
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
I stand on different lines And dance on twisted knives And if I fall the fall You will not see me crawl The gravitation's fading Who the hell am I? The muddy waves of chaos They take me in and rise Let it come down Let it come down Let the tempest come Let the tempest Come It will be rain tonight Let the tempest come These wounds won't kill me They'll make me grow inside I will try to use them And wear my scars with pride The gravitation's fading Who the hell am I? The muddy waves of chaos They take me in and rise Fear, failure, hurt, wrath Won't take my lust for life Solace, love, courage, grip Will make me survive The gravitation's fading Who the hell am I? The muddy waves of chaos They take me in and rise Let it come down
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
Worse than pain Is the pain you can't feel anymore Harder than the truth Is the lies you don't see Bitterer than the tears Are the tears you can't shed anymore Worse than a weak mind Is a dead and cold heart Sometimes you must embrace the sorrow To receive the cleansing To shores of joy we sail Through seas of suffering and pain To woods of harmony we ride Through valleys of death and unlight Deeper and deeper into the abyss Higher and higher to the sky If there was no darkness How could we see the light? Worse than grief Is the grief you can't feel anymore Worse than a weak mind Is a dead and cold heart Sometimes you must embrace the darkness When you seek light Sometimes you must let go To keep holding tight To shores of joy we sail Through seas of suffering and pain To woods of harmony we ride Through valleys of death and unlight
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 17, 2026
Right! Fit out for the dangers of our century. It's not the time to disarm. Arm against social decay. Anonymity, decadence, neglect. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Get armed against social cutback. Unemployment, divide. Arm against social terror. It creeps through the veil of democracy. Get armed against withdrawal. Only offense will survive. Only offense will survive. Beware of depression, your soul shall be a palace. Get armed against yourself, the roots are always within. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Armamentarium. Get armed against the poison. The antidote is almost under way. Under way.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Ears deaf Eyes blind Mouth shut Day by day Victim after victim Mouth shut Day by day Blood runs softly down the screen Degenerating For the lifeless and the weak Degenerated Minds off, heart cold Into the state that leaves the blind unvoiced More illusions The great rebellion against reality Truth versus media Obey the Pied Piper of this century There are barricades instead of trails And walls instead of bridges Walls instead of bridges, I can't fight no more Walls instead of bridges, shall I fight for Walls instead of bridges, for this fucking doom? Walls instead of bridges, tear them down! It's time to wake up No longer be a part of this nightmare In which violence and lies dominate Walls instead of bridges, I can't fight no more Walls instead of bridges, shall I fight for Walls instead of bridges, for this fucking doom? Walls instead of bridges, tear them down!
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
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Cut my threads I'm nothing but a marionette Lies and cliches, harm and ruin Our exchange of views Never thought this could be me To weak to resist the flow Isn't it useless to speak of freedom of speech? Cut my threads I'm nothing but a puppet I get frustrated when I look into the mirror I can't be proud of this face Smiling at me No, I don't want to follow No, I can't stand my face Bleeding, dying, torn Enmeshed in disillusion Stand the flow
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
Scars of gray The grave heritage Pain aches at the country's soul A historical trauma to last forever It harms our confidence, still A divided nation - not becoming one An era of unique sickness And obsolete ideas of an archaic mind Vision of megalomania - a perverse hierarchy And countless hands stained with blood Drunken dreams of a glorious age collapsed Their souls died with their illusions A nation's subtle suicide Perfection, strength, glory Heroic statues built on quicksand A nightmare Guilt and shame - to shape endless lives Defeat, decay - to stab a nation's soul Disgrace, regret - to trigger an endless process of purification Shadows of the past Leave to free us Shadows of this darkest chapter Stay forever - to remind us eternally Vision of megalomania - a perverse hierarchy And countless hands stained with blood Drunken dreams of a glorious age collapsed Their souls died with their illusions A nation's subtle suicide Will these wounds ever heal? Will the price be forgetfulness? Scars of gray The subliminal pain
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 11, 2025
Submission reigns Where independent thought sleeps Blindness rules Where apathetic minds slumber Jihad, crusades, persecution, genocides Human lunacy in the name of god To justify the unjustifiable Religion, the great invention of man Submission reigns Where independent thought sleeps Blindness rules Where apathetic minds slumber Mankind's crib of chaos The question of meaning and existence The great desire to belong To praise and submit Belief, your invention was a necessity But fanaticism is sheer abuse God's will or your will? God's will or your will? This is fuckin scapegoating! A great home for thousands Providing temporary shelter and hope A god to trust in and find salvation Yet a perfect source of abuse
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
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I stand on different lines And dance on twisted knives And if I fall the fall You will not see me crawl The gravitation's fading Who the hell am I? The muddy waves of chaos They take me in and rise Let it come down Let it come down Let the tempest come Let the tempest Come It will be rain tonight Let the tempest come These wounds won't kill me They'll make me grow inside I will try to use them And wear my scars with pride The gravitation's fading Who the hell am I? The muddy waves of chaos They take me in and rise Fear, failure, hurt, wrath Won't take my lust for life Solace, love, courage, grip Will make me survive The gravitation's fading Who the hell am I? The muddy waves of chaos They take me in and rise Let it come down
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
We are generation greed We are generation soma Our desire is more But more will never be enough Welcome to the shores of plenty Where possession equals happiness We are generation soma Generation greed In the lungs of abundance Paradigm lost We are so sick as to choke on too much Instead of starving on too less (Instead of starving on too less) We are flooded by a tidal wave of poison Slowly polluting our minds Our prosperity Is based on exploiting you Your poverty and weakness Will always ensure our wealth Peace of mind lies hidden deep within It can't be sold or bought This illusion can protect you This illusion will also swallow you Welcome to the shores of plenty Where possession equals hapiness We are so sick as to choke on too much Instead of starving on too less (Instead of starving on too less) We are flooded by a tidal wave of poison Slowly polluting our minds
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 08, 2026
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