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letra de krieg - stringstorm

only a child from the womb of a machine
harvested from tank like waking from a sleep
born with me, from the first breath that i take
know their mistakes

a world that found redemption through a planet’s dying lungs
that witnessed all the fire that blotted out the sun
through the purge could it begin to be undone
what they had done?

there is no glory or greatness found here
no tales of valiance or of courage over fear
this is the fate of the desеrving warzone fodder
those born with sin and livе without honour
by every passing day, the ranks grow ever thinner
this as it should be, here, corpses are the winners
survival of the fittest, our deaths have been assigned
and i choose mine

i inherit sins from those who came before
our cursed bloodlines, tainted to the core
from this dead world, the lessons we have learned:
there exists salvation in the cogs and bolts of war
i know nothing of the trenches i am to die on
nothing of the causes that i’m born to fight for
only that redemption lies in breaking opposition
i’ll never pause in obtaining exoneration!
not like the masses who live their life in gain
i am disillusioned
arms wide open, we embrace our fate
my life for absolution

we stride to h-ll unflinching we do not hesitate
no survival instincts; only faith, innate
through our pile of corpses, triumph we shall gain
while our cannons rain fire, make the earth quake
marching to the trenches, then charging to demise
nothing but gasmask and lasgun to utilize
i am expendable, a tool for his plans
to k!ll as is needed and to die as he demands

advance upon the battlements and win this through my blood
a war of attrition
to hinder their progress as my carcass rots in mud
a suicide mission
to bear the curse of life that must seek vindication
was not my decision
as i step forward, i feel no hesitation
amongst my division

just a mere child, born and trained in a flash
raised as a brushstroke in his portrait of ash
i am expendable a tool for his plans
to k!ll as is needed and to die as he demands
the signal was given, from the trenches we dash
i see bodies scatter and spread as forces clash
my blood drips to the soil in a ruby splash
am i forgiven? did i find redemption, at last?
in an endless cycle, i am a nameless link
the millions from before gone, too, in a blink
those who’ll come after shall earn the same stigmas
may the mountains of our corpses earn a scr-p of his forgiveness

- stringstorm

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