Panic Nation
A nation lies, not far from here With empty souls, they scream and fight Trading their peace for the superficial Chasing the next golden prize Sparks ignite from something new Blind desires, a frantic chase They fool each other to win the race The crowd is loud, the order is gone The shelves are bare, the fields are dry The city crumbles beneath their feet Fragile lives are left to die Fearing the loss, they ruined the land Poisoned roots beneath the sand Waste piles higher, green turns to gray Greed never ends A wild crusade for hollow pleasure The truth is never found Fragile dreams, too weak to measure Vanish into the ground No air remains for life to breathe No one dares to end the race They chase the void, through ash and doom Panic shows its face Will someone rise to break these chains? To end the fear and desolation? Can life return where none remains? What fate awaits the Panic Nation? Aurum, status, regna, agros Omnia mea sunt (2x) Vita perit incassum hoc belum est, Mihi opum opus est, adme pascendum (2x) Quid ex fato nostro fit? A wild crusade for hollow pleasure The truth is never found Fragile dreams, too weak to measure Vanish into the ground No air remains for life to breathe No one dares to end the race They chase the void, through ash and doom Panic shows its face
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026