Project: Time Scanning
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
I. Religion ? What Religion ? II. Industrial Crusaders III. Religion ? What Religion ?(reprise) I. Religion ? What religion ?: As soft as a cloud in the sky I enjoy my freedom , my face´s kissed by the wind. And then I look down at the Earth in a desperate search for a masterplan: too many questions that will have no answer ,too many lies in the name of GOD. II. Industrial Crusaders: Saints keep fighting their crusades dying for the Holy Word and for the eternal truth, Murdering and stealing for the sacred heart. Money lets buy my soul; I´ll go to heaven if you die . Hence I will always be myself no matter what you say as forgiving comes from above, I don´t want your truth. III. Religion ? What Religion ? (Reprise)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
I feel your heart beat and I see love in your eyes, I feel it deep i wish I could stop the turn of time. I feel your love will never fade, I sense it´s mine, it´s real; until the end and then beyond this bond will never fray. I´ll always hold your hand, sweet medieval lady.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025
I. Memories II. Present III. Hope I. Memories: Too long ago to remember, at teh very beginning of time, when the thought of a sin put a tear in your eye of innocent child... No reason to lie, no clouds in the sky . Then you learn how to walk to the future while they make you forget about the past; the tears that you cry now are for your sick present time. You wish tath you could turn back your time rejecting possibilities to fail again. II. Present: III. Hope: Father can´t you see: this world around is dark, it´s spoiling day by day the beauty abd grace you gave us. Brother please lend me a hand to work it out, we need a better world for ourselves and for our sons...
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
History ( Stonehenge Hill ) When all began we were already there meeting you at birth and leaving you at death. You came up to our hill with your eyes open wide wondering why the sun was high up in the sky. Fighting thousands wars, your reasons still the same ; poverty will always leave it´s deadly mark of shame. Selling death from a gold tower, selling death down the streets, it doesn´t make a difference - you´re a killer ... I saw your face so many times before as a king , a priest a slave with shining gold in your hands. No dignity , no mercy, no values out of your scale of sheer lucre could satisfy your ego ...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025