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From the cradle bars
comes a beckoning voice
it sends you spinning
you have no choice......
You hear laughter
cracking through the walls
it sends you spinning
you have no choice
Following the footsteps
of a rag doll dance
we are entranced
Spellbound
And don't forget
when your elders forget
to say their prayers
take them by the legs
and throw them down the stairs
When you think
your toys have gone beserk
it's an illusion
you cannot shirk
you hear laughter
cracking through the walls
it sends you spinning
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Force fed immobilization
Man made liquid controlling my limbs
I want to die, no reason for living
Dealing with complications life brings
A corpse with no thoughts
No feelings or perceptions of life
The pleasures of death I foresee
Nightmares and day mares combining
To torture my being - This torture inhibits my life
The world is a graveyard of fools left to cope
With the torment and regret of man now deceased
Ghouls are released to destroy the race
Which we call human beings
Existence is torn from my soul
Perdition is what is believed to be see
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(Jack Poels)
toen ik nog hiel klein waas
en van 't leave niks begreep
allien mar speulde oot en sleep
toen ik nog zo klein waas
dat ik op de tiene mos goan stoan
um te kieke nar de moan
de witte streepe in de lucht
ge kneept ow oege half dicht
elke wolk waas 'n gezicht
refrein: en 's oaves laat de hoar nog naat
nog efkes en nar bed
de raam wiet oap genne sloap
en d'n hemel waas veurroej
mist hing op 't land
's oaves laat da stong de piel in brand
ge kost oore droeme
ge waart d'n baas van iederien
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(Chapter 2 - Enigma Of The Unknown)
Floating in torment, suspended animation, captured in frontiers, =
between time and space.
Dimensions, stepping through barriers, toward the void, the dark =
forces increase.
Near my goal, from my calling, still resisting, still hoping.
Perceiving in a shower of black fog, a big bright vortex straight =
ahead my course.
Where Damians block my path, using my last drop of energy, I smash =
into the exit.
Destroying them and gaining entrance.
Revolution of time, passing the vortex, restores my soul, feeding, =
my power grows.
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