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Doom Rock n Roll
05:39
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Spiritual cosmocentrism is important if we think, then antropocentrism secularism
Human as mortal being of Universe is always have a place like Holy Dagger and its Case
Open eyes and step on the land where is in my pineal gland
Elder Broto come and ask me to walk around
Sight seeing the scenery trip of the weed flower field, mushrooms rain forest, ayahuasca, LSD, river of wine
Once again: the scenery trip of the weed flower field, mushrooms rain forest, ayahuasca, LSD, river of wine
Pilgrimage to the top of psychedelic high mountain
Soundless He teach me about micro, macro, metha-cosmos
Doom rock and roll
Doom rock and roll
Doom rock and roll
Doom and roll
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We welcomed them well nothing's wrong with shared
They just want to trade, am I right? No you're not
Trapped by the Vereenigde Oostindische chaos
Stealing their homes, raping their horse, just thresholds
Conquer their land, burning their shrine it's legal crime
Find their secrets of wealth in Archipelago
Alright
No, no, no, gold is what they're looking for
Seeking the spices for their sources in disguises
Fucked by the Vereenigde Oostindische chaos
Vereenigde Oostindische chaos
Vereenigde Oostindische chaos
Trapped by the Vereenigde Oostindische chaos
Bloodshed, massacre, it's doom
Body's everywhere, kids and their gloom
Forced to plant what we don't need, and where's my weed?
Justifying cowardice to win the moral wars they lost
Then you call it glory?
What a shame on history
Forced enlightenment for those who already peaceful and prosperous
For those who opposed it it's considered as sins our Gods declared war
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Rape da Traitor
04:34
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Through a hundred glorious Heroes
Whose corpses eaten by maggots
On the battlefield I am wandering
Alright
Carrying warhammer of riffs
With sithe in my mouth
Suffocated, losing blood and energy
But still despising enemy's crown with our pride
The wall of amplifiers is our last chance to barricade
Recharging some power to battlecry
Poser, hips, trap, electronic, chill
Are just brainwashed manufactured inglorious robotic shits
In the name of Kilmister as we need to kill
A new bright day for us will arise as our pride
Watch you ripped me off
Alright
Rape the traitor or Rocknroll's dead
Rape the traitor or Rocknroll's dead
Kill the traitor or Rocknroll's dead
Rape the traitor and Rocknroll will arise
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Batavian False Dream
06:19
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A woman is crying at night, her baby's born tomorrow
Mother's late to know why everyone smiles when he was born
I'm happy for your new burden of life, for you to know
People's glad to have new friends in this world to join their sorrows
Tomorrow is another chance to take a vow
As we know, we come this far to breathe
Everything is dusty, blurry and misty in this situation
Hear every intense mockery of your Father's expectations
Dread in our own self-mental prison, hostage in home
No one knew the wolf if they didn't know they're the sheeple, no one
Confusions, doubt to feed our seeds
And living our lives as supposedly we breathe
This dose of promise is a headless crown
Wait the shots of...?
To turn the faith into the gold
Bring back our old
The joy, the laugh, the pieces of hope
Don't break your vow
While we hard to breathe
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Waiting for your arrival
But we never come back
We don't know until when
A land far from the goodness
Who live there, they are all leeches
What they stand for is grief
Where are you
When nation of yours
Is sick and bleed
No future for us
No turning back
This sea is black
Slay and genocide
Killed by our own child
The breed of ignorance
And dwell, then they're frowned
Towards fettle
Scapegoating their face
Pretend, dissembled and fake
Have no mother, have no father
You shame of your roots
Your culture
Our way of life
And our mother's tongue
Believe me our doom
And your parents
Your grand parents
Your great grand parents
Bewitched by all of that foreign's
Don't you forget where you from
Heaven's where you belong
This is ours motherfucker
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Sabdo Palon
04:54
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Hail glorious King
Your mortals realm is dooming
Pestilence, death, famine
Foretold in Our Prophecy
Merapi pouring blood
And Krakatau said fuck you
Soot blackened out the sun
Your folks have been this outrageous
Dear Old One
We've warned of this road
In arrogance You ignored
Back to Our roots
Salvation still an offer
Glory's in Thy name
But We've seen no prosperity
Dying and agony
And there's more to come
Where is Your God?
False superstitions bringer of bad omens
Super massive deity who possessed the Conceals
Next era and generations of Ksatria
And noblemen will prosper with or without your dogma
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Wangsakerta 1677
05:36
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Rajya
Hi, misfortune of the sea
Living the fear of breed
With different face colors
And raised to see others as heathen
Heresy
We drop you some inks
For you to discipline the art of caring
Each other sixty six pustaka raya raja
Purwa wagya manggala sastra sargah ta
We write the script with sixty seven Kings
To agree that we split
With the same main quest of
Peace, freedom, love
For I am the Bookkeepers
Rajya
Hi, good fortune of the sea
Living the live of breed
With different face colors
And raised to see others as healer
Of the kins
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Don't forget the bastard
Who kill and go
His country, his crime that erased and blow
This is a lesson
Coward needs to know
We fucked up, we tried
And you start the war, again
Fuck the bastard
He's in disguises
He's tricky, his fraud called the Queen of Justice
Try to stop us
You war criminal
You saved yourself by the help of demonic nation
We've torned from inside, his name
Raymond fucking Westerling
Dishonor, disgrace, call him
Raymond fucking Westerling
Massacre and blood, fire across the Northern
Raymond fucking Westerling
Don't let he makes us ripped apart
Raymond fucking Westerling
Don't forget the bastard
This is a lesson
Fuck the bastard
Don't you try to stop us
In peace sons bury their father
In war fathers bury their sons
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