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Welcome
06:52
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From the heavens came first light to drown out the darkness
Shining like jewels in the great open sky
A map for the makers, illuminates with brilliance
A world that is ready for light
Born out of nothing, into existence
Swaths of abundance with purpose and sight
Sat back and pondered, would all this be squandered
If not for a being to revel the might
Be it no god, nor earthly flocks
But from cracked firmament
The mortal Locuo descended to his earthly realm
Balance was found, left to astound
The possibilities
A world to call ones own, named guardian of all they see
Through open hands
Fall grains of sand
As wind
Carries them all to the end
Rise with the suns ascension
Caressed by morning rays
Sweet nectars treat the lips and
Give another cause for praise
Down by the oceans boundary
The waters cool and clear
Eyes drawn towards the horizon
As hearts are struck with fear
One by one, emerged
Gathered to peer
A sight, devoid of words
A white plague has cursed our shores
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Pestilence
07:33
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Pestilence spreads through the heart of a foreign land
Extinguishing light with a silent hand
The virgin soil panted red
Erasing, consuming
All those encountered
Led to the slaughter
Violently torn from the last shroud of innocence
Punished by isolation
Sentenced to annihilation
The sun will rise, over a flourished continent
And set, amongst the ashes of the dead
And so our eyes, will never see
A world untouched by this modern disease
Transcribed in a light, much fairer than truth
Snatching tongues from the mouths
Until the rest have fallen mute
Circle round the fire
And pray to stop the fall
The island, not sit empty
The torches, have all been drowned
Within a lifetime, when all was lost
The memories undone
Laid bare, the casualties succumb
Having left what they could not take
A land of bone and clay
Now all that remains for us to claim
Curse the horizon
The waters and shore
The blood within
That marks our skin
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3. |
Gods
10:40
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Demanding blood
Cut from the insolent
Belief is not enough
Demanding gold
As payment for your sins
For shame of thine existence
Of flesh and bone
And pure as fallen snow
A "savior" that mirrors
Unjustly flattered souls
Wicked is he
Found free of shame and greed
One god fulfills
Your every want and need
Destroy the ones who birthed you
The soil, sky and sea
Hold nothing valuable that
On which your soul can feed
The book will give you shelter
For life eternally
Knowledge passed through the ages
Erased by western speech
Constructing monuments to
Your masters childish whims
While desecrating those that
You find no solace in
Each day the bell tolls over
This worn and stolen land
A lie perpetuated
Claims to be sovereign
Souls cut from earthly flesh
Find redemption in death
Gods felled to civilize
Now sharing soil with your lies
Repent or face the blade
Rejoice in holy grace
Arise, born again
Now free from mortal sin
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4. |
Expulsion
09:54
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Silence brought forth by snow
Erasing these trails of woe
Each body forced to kneel
Acculturation enforced by steel
There is no mercy in these laws
Justified by the wise and awful grace of god
Before the ink starts to dry
The cogs are set to spin
Muzzled backs pushing west
Existence is their only sin
Through forests and rivers
A country delivered
The altar is painted
With blood spilled
From those whom you have claimed to save
These rolling plains
Will echo for eternity
The forgotten names
Ancestral chosen places
No longer claimed
Set free for blind expansion
Emptied of graves
The dead will find to solace here
The sun will set
O'er land out west
Where sky meets earth
Has found new worth
The sun will rise
Revealing to eyes
Where earth meets sky
Uncharted lands where you can die
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5. |
Fauna
08:50
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Roaming the hillsides grazing the land
Innumerable beasts in the shadows of mountains
Spirits of life signal death for all men
A gift meant for all soon to meet their demise
Setting their sights on the staples of others
A plague that is looming like clouds in the sky
As god preaches on that all men are brothers
Your claim is that demons are stealing your rights
Wantonly kill what you cant tame
Your sense of worth is not innate
A trail of dead lies in your wake
Unused and left to rot away
A product, a diction
Constructed a victim
Brought near to extinction
Emptied of all that made it great
Freedom of movement has become a curse
Over inflated are egos, importance and worth
Steaming ahead to the vastness beyond
Where you piled your problems that you wanted gone
Finding yourself once encroaching again
An enclosement of steel, lashing out from within
The gunpowder cracks and the knives now unsheathed
A mountain of bone when the smoke, it has cleared
Once herds roamed 30 millions strong
Now dwindle to the point of none
Erased from modern history
Found on your 5 cent piece
No we will never get them back
That much is a genetic fact
Specters of what they used to be
No longer roam a golden sea
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6. |
Resistance
08:28
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Cities rise in the heart of Araucania
Numbers swell with each passing expedition
But always in vain
The forest conceals those who lie in wait
6 thousand strong erupt from the darkness
To make amends for the years of mistakes
Soon overrun and left to the forces
Soldiers encircled and buildings were razed
Forced to regroup, account for their losses and wait
For reinforcements to gather and set out again
This push and pull
Will last a thousand lifetimes
Where one leaves off
Another stands to face it
While pushing north
Met with great opposition
While pushing south
Met with such great hostility
Withdrawn to foment and rally the nation
The cities rise from the ashes anew
Penetrate deeper again into darkness
Convinced that all have been slain or subdued
Four legged beasts carry power on forward
Repurposed tools in the grasp of new hands
Forged in the fire of incessant warfare
A brand new army is trained and now ready to stand
Awoken from deep slumber
A terror born once more
March forth with indignation
Across the rivers shores
Into the lands once stolen
Now come to claim as rite
From those who dared to take it
Doomed to their foolish pride
How long will the end consumes us all
300 years and still refuse to fall
Unto you as thralls
Everyone pays
When life is assigned no value
These nation states
Have caused more harm then good
Lines on a globe
That which you spilled your blood for
You cannot own
Yet still attempt to stake a claim
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7. |
Mute
09:25
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The world of fire
The last to be discovered
Nowhere to hide
All maps have been filled in
No land unclaimed
Power consolidated
Voracious hands
Pick through the bloody bones
The age of exploration
Will see it's final foe
In these nomadic people
Who call these lands their home
The waves that carry with them
The final truth be told
Blood lust does such to drive them
As does the fame or gold
In 20 years near all were lost
Expansion paid at any cost
In 50 more the line was done
The fires dead
Now left to rot beneath the sun
This story mirrors others
And they all end the same
A tome of endless slaughter
With total lack of shame
A product of the whiteness
The plague of pallid skin
Ever so condescending
Despite being internally akin
History has been wiped clean
From all of modern history
Past indiscretions lie
Under the ashes of lost time
Millions of lives cleansed of their thoughts
Two continents connected by their loss
Thousands of cultures no longer lived
Their gifts of knowledge
Forever held captive by dead languages
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