schiavizzato appena sorto strappato alla propria libertà numero nudo di questa società attendendo solo di essere morto Seduto e ben inamidato controllato dal salario riversa a parole il dolore della propria frustazione distruggi sempre testesso per destare attenzone pensiero fisso al capitale invidiando il milionario C'era una storia da raccontare Ira risponde al tuo soffrire non trovare una ragione per patire corri in piazza a fracassare martiri tedeschi contro la coda nazista non sederti a parlare di rivoluzione necessitiamo ancora di azione cancelleremo i nomi dalle nostre liste Dovranno avere ancora paura Dovranno avere ancora paura i poveri fanno ancora paura noi poveri siamo la loro paura raise the hand who are for revolutionary showdown enslaved just born torn up from own freedom naked number of this society waiting only to be dead seated, in full dress controlled by salary pour out again the pain of your frustration destroy yourself to arouse attention obsession the gain crave for the billionaire there is a story to tell Anger answers to your pain don't find reason to suffer run to square and smash german martyrs against the last nazis dont sit and speak about revolution we need action yet we ll delete their name from lists they must have fear yet

Evil eye hanging on the blue The sun burns But the cold pierces me Pierces even when I feel Smell of my burned skin In vain i call the gods But man made all of them And they are in his hands

Satanico pandemonium. Riunione infernale. Demoni riuniti. Al centro degli Inferi. Satanico pandemonium. Dritti all'Inferno. Nell' Alta Capitale. Dell'Angelo Caduto. Satánico pandemonium meeting infernal gathered Demons at the center of the underworld satanic pandemonium straight to hell in high capital the fallen angel

Är det inte här det slutar Tillbaka på ruta ett Utan allt jag upplevt allt jag sett Att åter krossas under skuldens ok Att åter igen förblindas av verklighetens sjok. All denna hunger allt detta hat All denna strävan utan resultat Åter i lidande åter i kött Åter plågas åter sörja det som dött Låt mig bara få slockna ut Låt denna värld få ett slut Is this not the end? Back to square one Without the things I've experienced Without the things I've seen. Once again to be crushed by the burden of guilt. Once again to be blinded by reality's veil Once again in misery, once again in flesh, once again to be tortured, once again to mourn those who have passed Let me just fade out Let this existents end Is this not the end? Once more into flesh The soul passes on while the I is dead Once more to take my place in the danse macabre. Once more to exist between sufferance and extacy All this hunger, all this hate All this fruitless endeavour

Donde quieras hay destrucción Odio miseria y destrucción Muerte y asco y hambre Odio………….2vs Muerte miseria y destrucción Tanta miseria y asco Muerte miseria y destrucción Tanta miseria y asco Odio………….2vs Grr. Odio Odio………….2vs Wherever you want no destruction Hate misery and destruction Death and disgust and hunger I hate ............ .2vs Death misery and destruction So much misery and disgust Death misery and destruction So much misery and disgust I hate ............ .2vs Grr. hatred I hate ............ .2vs

* Cussu chi depet èssere fatu * “Agiuami” Issa benit a (ora de) mesunote, in sedda a su caddu nieddu sou, tzocat sa ianna de sa domo, ischit chi l’isetant… un’òmine li benit a cara, isparranchende sa ianna pesosa, la retzit comente una signora, cun reguardu la cùmbidat a intrare… Intre de lumèras de ozu de chessa, su fogu brusat linna in sa tziminera, antigòrios nuscros in s’aera, màndigos de massajos sunt coghende… Tres fèminas nch’istupant dae s’umbra s’acùrtziant a s’amàtzone niedda, ojadas assustadas mirant s’istrànzu, non b’at pius tempus, tocat de fàghere Sa suferèntzia como non si podet bajulàre, bènnida est s’ora, su filu est de truncare, totu est prontu, totu est cunsertàdu, su matzolu at a batire paghe Atìtos lastimosos e fungudos, s’ispàrghinant in s’aera de sa domo, su coro allestrat sos tocheddos, su matzolu at a batire paghe Istèrridu in su letu isetat s’ora sua bidet arrivare sa chi l’at a dare paghe timòria e allèviu ammantant sa carena betza de s’òmine in finitia sas suferèntzias suas ant àere acabu… Unu risu lizeru nche li bessit in sas laras, unu tzennu de sa manu comente de saludu, una paràula faeddutzada in s’origra, sas manos muntenent istrintas su matzolu… Su marteddu pesosu busat in s’aera e si nch’iscudet a conca in finitiu, su sàmbene nch’essit comente sa vida sa suferèntzia est oramai acabada… Su coro at tzessadu de tocheddare s’alenu istracu non b’est prus, sa carena de s’òmine est istèrrida in su letu, sa vida est oramai acabada… Sa signora niedda at acabadu, cun reguardu lassat sa domo, perunu dinari a s’Acabadora perunu dinari a chie donat sa morte… Su note nche l’ingullit in lestresa, e si perdet in su fungudu nieddore, sa mente sua est pensamentosa, su chi deviat fàghere est istadu fatu… --- * Quello che deve essere fatto * (parla dell'Accabadora, la donna che anticamente praticava l'eutanasia) "Aiutami!" Lei arriva alla mezzanotte, in sella al suo nero destriero, bussa alla porta della casa, sa che la attendono... Un uomo le viene incontro, spalancando la pesante porta, la accoglie come una signora, con riguardo la invita ad entrare... Tra lumi a olio di lentisco, il fuoco arde la legna nel camino, antichi profumi nell'aria, cuociono pietanze contadine... Tre donne sbucano dall'ombra si avvicinano alla nera amazzone, sguardi intimoriti scrutano l'ospite, non c'è più tempo, bisogna agire... La sofferenza è ormai insostenibile, è il momento di recidere il filo, tutto è pronto, tutto in ordine, il mazzolu (il martello utilizzato per l’eutanasia) donerà la pace... Strazianti e profondi lamenti, riempiono l'aria della casa, il cuore accelera il suo battito, il mazzolu donerà la pace... Disteso sul letto attende la sua ora, vede arrivare colei che gli donerà la pace, paura e sollievo avvolgono il vecchio corpo, finalmente le sue sofferenze avranno fine... Un lieve sorriso compare nelle sue labbra, un cenno della mano come saluto, una parola sussurrata all'orecchio, le mani impugnano strette il mazzolu... Il pesante martello rotea nell'aria e si abbatte alfine sulla testa, il sangue scorre via come la vita, la sofferenza è ormai finita... Il cuore ha smesso di battere, il respiro affannato è cessato, il corpo è disteso sul letto, la vita è ormai finita... La nera signora ha terminato, con rispetto abbandona la casa, niente monete all'Accabadora, niente denaro a chi dona la morte... La notte la inghiotte veloce, si perde nei meandri dell'oscurità, la sua mente è assorta, quel che doveva fare è stato fatto...

Looking to the dark and ancient age when the fog of hate arise against the rotten world Grown the flame of discord in the land of supreme evil greed of the human race woke the abomination a spirit in flames crawling towards his throne claiming the dark ring was switched The nekromancer !!! the scourge of the earth has begun invoking legions of death March towards annihilation burning and maiming human torment rotting corpses piled The world becomes a pit The nekromancer !!!! Black magic prevails now The forests are converted instead of a dark cult of death where poison nest in the three roots rivers and seas are dried, still life prevails is the time of torment and death made flesh The nekromancer !!!

All lyrics for Wild's Reprisal songs are excerpts from essays by ecological philosophers. In a genera of music that is heavily influenced by nature, it is critical to expand that love of the wild into action on behalf of the natural word. Having a philosophical basis for that action will only further one's resolve and effectiveness. This song is dedicated to Carolyn Merchant. The lyrical content from this song is a reading from Merchant’s essay “The Death of Nature”. The Death of Nature: Women, Ecology, and the Scientific Revolution, published in 1980, presented a view of the Scientific Revolution that challenged the hegemony of mechanistic science as a marker of progress. It argued that seventeenth-century science could be implicated in the ecological crisis, the domination of nature, and the devaluation of women in the production of scientific knowledge. In combination with increasing industrialization and the rise of capitalism that simultaneously replaced women's work like weaving with machinery, and subsumed their roles as subsistence agriculturists also drove people to live in cities, further removing them from nature and the effects of industrialised production on it. The combined effects of industrialization, scientific exploration of nature and the ascendancy of the dominion/domination metaphor over the nurturing Mother Earth one, according to Merchant, can still be felt in social and political thought, as much as it was evident in the art, philosophy and science of the 16th century.

Die Geschichte geht weiter, die Zeit bleibt nicht stehen Die Fehler wiederholen sich, dass sollte doch jeder sehen Neues Gewand selbe Scheiße, Hass bleibt Hass und Tod bleibt Tod Wie kann man die Zeichen nur so übersehen Ein Mensch liegt am Boden und keiner bleibt stehen Sie sehen zu wie die Freiheit vergeht Der Aufschrei kommt wie immer zu spät Wo bleiben die Taten warum bleiben sie stehen Diskussionen statt Taten und alles bleibt stehen Ein Menschliegt am Boden und keiner bleibt stehen Menschen wollen die Einfalt und bleiben einfach stehen Der Mensch ist sich selbst am nächsten, er bleibt einfach stehen Warum soll man denken man bleibt lieber bequem Tote Tyrannen sind vergangen doch man kann sie immer noch sehn Der Mensch will vergessen und nach vorne sehen Doch sieht der Mensch nicht über die Schulter kann er ganz schnell was übersehen Ein Mensch liegt am Boden und keiner bleibt stehen History goes one, time isn´t standing still Errors repeating, that should everybody see New robe same shit, hate remains hate and death remains death How can you ignore the signs A human lays one the ground, everybody passes by They watch as freedom fates away The outcry comes always too late Where are the actions, why they stand still Discussions instead of actions, everything stands still A human lays one the ground, everybody passes by Humans want simplemindedness and everybody stands still Every human is self-absorbed, they stand still Why should they think, they like their comfort Dead tyrants are in the past, but you can still see them The human wants to forget and look ahead If humans don´t look over their shoulder, they can overlook something easily A human lays one the ground, everybody passes by

Shadows are coming among the trees While the sun disappears behind the mountains And a silver chrystal moonlight rises Another night my course takes form My heart beats with fury My mind only wants gore My body change to werewolf The transformation now it's done The pursuit along the woods The fear in your eyes Finally ive got my prey By my hand youll die There is nothing about the last night In my memory Only the taste of the fresh flesh In my mouth

we are taught to kill ourselves to keep forgetting who we are to stop searching where to go we all have turned to products of fear raised through violence and threat killed through monitors and wealth all desires have disappeared victory of spectacle,image over life lost in the night but creating our light

What instills fear into the hearts of men The pale blank stare of the bastard sons of Sam Waltons perched on high, big brother Bush's patriot act As Fear, the great inhibitor, can motivate the taking of lives back Consume... your empire your tomb We sold our SUV's We bleeding red and black We got up from our knees And took that shit from Wal-Mart back And I could give a fuck about this shit robot parade Red white and blue and sleep And so soundly they shall stay I'll curse this till my throat will bleed, bleeding red and black In the wake of awakening, red and fucking black Consume... your empire your tomb Lying to yourself, a state of self delusion As commonground with greed is a commonplace illusion Who should peddle fear onto the hearts of men As fear, the great back-stabber, can give one means to stand

Some people spit on the red and black flag They have lost faith in the world Or possibly they never had it The gauze caps deformed faces By profit and hunger But gauzes do not cover the pain Being conservative is cheating. Cheat and lie to yourself The glory survives Come on board of the great ship The same ship of disappointments And just try to survive

Chiuso in un angolo buio,cerchi ciò che è rimasto di te, vedi l'oscuro pozzo che è in te, cadi sprofondi senza sapere perchè senza ragione il buio vuole te! hai abbracciato la condanna continui a vagare incerto nella mente come fosse un labirinto senza più nulla di logico mi specchio nell'insoddisfazione di una vita che non mi appartiene che non mi appartiene più come pioggia tutto cade! nell'oblio ho perso in me la voglia di sperare la speranza è una menzogna per poterti conttrollare ho sprecato le parole e non voglio più parlare strappa gli occhi e la mia lingua non li voglio usare ho accettato la caduta, non mi voglio più fermare sconfinando anche dal vuoto non riesco a respirare non voglio più sapere il perchè non voglio più guardarmi dentro senza un perchè torno al mio antro Closed in a dark corner, you seek what is left of you, see the dark pit that is in you, you fall sink without knowing why without reason darkness wants you! you embraced the condemnation keep in mind wander uncertain like a maze no more nothing logical I mirror unfulfilled of a life that is not mine that is not mine anymore everything falls like rain! oblivion I lost my desire to hope hope is a lie to be able conttrollare I wasted words and do not want to talk tearing eyes and my tongue do not want them to use I accepted the fall, I do not want to stop more often reaching the vacuum can not breathe I do not want to know why I do not want to look inside of me without a reason I return to my cave

Rise up from your darkened tomb Show your deadly fangs, oh human race Rotten thoughts from a sickening mind For everything that seems to be alive Walking through a forest of decadence Guided up by a temptation that makes me believe this is a way.

Wonns ma de Zeit erlaubt schau I boidmoi wieda vorbei, hom ma doch gsog, I woa doch dabei. Mia san doch scho do seit ma geborn, nur übat Joa sama Fremde woan. Hea ma zua Jetza, hea guad zua, des woa unsa letzter Herbst, es is Zeit zum geh. Wieda amoi vageht a Tog und imma mehr pockt mi de Wonderlust. I muas geh, mir bleib koa Zeit mehr,,schau nimma zua wia I jeden Tog öta wea Es duad ma load, du woast wias gmoant is,,beim sterbn san ma oi aloa in dera Wöd. Es ko koana sogn I hätts nid probiert, wei zu guada Letzt is eh oiwai des wos zöht… I schrei vua Wut und Zorn wei I’s wieder nid gschofft hob, oa oanzigs moi wenn I do bin nid de Zeit’z überseng. Wei Gestan wa sicher a besserer tog gwen, owa es is oiwai schwa oide Leit‘ zruck z’lossn. Da Entschluss is ma nid leicht gfoin, owa jetzt muas I dazua steh, es is eh oiwai es Gleiche, zerst ist sche, owa des vageht… Und am End bleim doch imma nur Scherben,, an haufen Trümmer, mit de konst scho fost a Mauer baun. Da Weg zruck scho nimmer passierbar,, bleib ma eh nix üwa wia Fiari z‘ schaun. I fühl mi do wia in am G’fängnis, eingsperrt und total alloa, a derart wödfremde Oat zan leben, I ko nerma zuaschaun, es is zum auszuckn. Warum soi I nu dobleim, mir hom uns eh nix mehr zum sogn, I muas aussi in de richtige Wöd und ma auf meine Frogn a Ontwoat suachn… Wos mid oim dem passiert des I jetzt zruck los, interessiert mi zwoa, oba sunst a nid mehr, wie I eh nämlich gonz genau woas, dass I’s durch des wos kumbd nid long vamissn wea. Und donn hoffentlich a nimma zruck denk…

Revulsion rises ceremonial dress, solemnly insignificant ugly trivial sentiment, abstract indifference callously stoic no more, bathed in blood reborn a cold savagery, desecrated liberty inhuman, inhuman Silence has fallen 2 lives taken, 1 returned a tribute paid, freedom earned a soul cast aside Chaos reigns broken shackles dignity lost without grace elegance once sought emancipation in chaos dreams that are gone ugliness remains humanity remains humanity regained

Under the night, beyond their eyes, the ghosts of wildness smile upon us now. Words we can not say now turned to action. And in the morning, they’ll see this war has two sides. .... For all that exist, for all that has been cleared away. Exposed machinery tonight will be consumed in flames. These actions negate your legality. The hand of Progress has been stayed. Shackles, interrogation, their prisons, their profits; their jails detain, but they can’t kill this rage. For all the rivers, for all the lives lost, for all the cages, for all the oil spilt; this contagious disease, all the needless blood spilt. For all the mines, for the industry, for all the toxins, for this misery; for all their laws, for our ancestors, for all of those maligned by history..... Reduced to ashes. Reduced to ashes, their world, this throne to Progress. Reduced to ashes, their dreams of conquest complete. And there’s no conceit to think that this war has been won. For every fire set, for every animal unleashed; these acts remind us, of our own need to be free. Our time will come and this fight is ours. Reduced to ashes our time will come. Reduced to ashes their progress lies undone.....

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