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Wolves In Paris
03:18
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Living beings
Crawling for gold
Sick and desperate
They haunt this land
Leaving their souls
Selling theirs minds
And their nature
They trust the tall
The wolves came from the forest
Remind to men where to dwell
Our salvagery
Slowly disappeared
We became
Lifeless shells
We're just blind slaves
Full of illusions
Deny our fate
Ignore the unknown
Fire around us
Turning to ashes
Our beauty, their beauty
For gold, and power
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Stifling world made of clones
Material is their master
Their voices are crushing
Possession is their wealth
These fakes are unbearable
Escape from their words
It's a need, a feel in my own
I'll deliver myself
The last shelter in the world
Remember who you are
Care of your mind
Break free
Melt these golden chains
They attract you to the bottom
This world is sinking into an oil spill
Repressed by its abuse
Drowned by its mistakes
I need to find who I am
Recover my instinct
Free under the sky
Rain fading my chains
My eyes wide open
I found my peace
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Uprooted
03:37
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As a child it was like my home
Unrestrained and open
An infinite space of freedom
Now I can't recognize this place
This is where I used to stand on
I can't even remember
The calm and the magnificent
It must have been beautiful
There were no walls, no fences
It was silent and living
Now the only thing I can see is sorrow
Aggressive sad empty places
Is this what we call nature ?
The disguised image of men
Perversion of the sacred
Replaced by imitations
Ghosts of the distant past
The elder and mighty are gone
After ages of balance
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Utopia
02:20
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May peace radiate there in the whole sky aswell as in the vast ethereal space, everywhere
May peace reign all over this Earth in water and in all herbs, trees and creepers
May peace flow over the whole universe
May peace be in its sacred lands
May there always exist in all peace, and peace alone
Om̐, peace, peace, and peace to us and all beings
Lead us from the unreal to the real
Lead us from darkness to light
Lead us from death to immortality
Om̐, peace, peace, peace
May we can all live in perfect harmony
Focusing on our mind and intelligence
May all beings, from the minerals to the animals
Work conjointly with the same energy
To build a place we all deserve to live in
If we’re all taught love and understanding
So the sun can shine forever on our benevolent souls
Om̐, peace
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5. |
68 Days
02:22
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6. |
Another Land To Waste
03:41
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We crush her beauty thinking that
We are great, we are tall, we lead
Our own extinction, as we keep living for
Our fake needs
All we know, all we create is
Made to kill, destroy and slaughter
To bring chaos and disease
But we remain blind and assured
We are sheeps chasing paper and
Our shepherd brings us to our goal
A place where there's another sand
A place to satisfy our soul
We took and gave nothing at all
But that's not enough for our vice
We'll drain again until it falls
Our mistake we'll do it twice
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Between Andaman and Bengal Sea
Stands this everlasting light
Beyond the smoke and the blind
Among the trees and the living
They the guardians of what we keep destroying
Won't let us spread our madness
Any attempt to destroy their home
Is severely punished by death
The Sentinelese are watching
Defending their cradle as we should
60,000 years of respect
They're conscious of their debt
But they keep hearing their mother crying
A heartbreaking complain
Piercing their hearts, attacking their souls
Waves of anger crashing against them
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Ignoramus
02:50
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9. |
Our Illness
03:40
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Weakness of our soul
Dark bloody wound
We're lost preys pretending to hunt
We choose the wrong path
Slaves of ideas
Rejecting denying
Difference and reason
For poisoned lies
Our illness is destroying all of us
We seek power without our mind
We consciously burn the Earth
And idolize pain and destruction
We remain deaf and blind
And still we're chained
Our illness is burning everything
We seek glory without our heart
Now we die by our brothers' hands
Enslaved and guilty
Who can heal our illness ?
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10. |
The Wolves Are Dead
08:07
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Krōdha Angers, France
Krōdha is an Alternative Progressive metal band from Angers (France).
Chris Antier
(Bass)
Édouard Britsch (Drums)
Hugo Fouassier (Guitar, Vocals)
Thibaud Bouteiller (Guitar)
Photos by Candice Le Dréau.
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