from
From the Great Beyond,
released November 30, 2020
Dirt and slime
And the lowest forms of life
All as one under the stars
And the trip's about to start
From the prehistoric ocean
So called king of universe
Spreads his tapestry of wonders
All across our mother earth
Mother Earth
Thunderbolts he holds in his hands
Handful of the brightest suns stolen from the neverland
The atomic smasher or the savior from the void
Kill or kneel it's up to you
But be careful with that choice
What a choice
One by one the species disappear
He who sleeps, in his sleep he sees the things much clearer
He sees the abandoned planet, rusty buildings all around
All the king's men dead and gone
Left just suffering and pain
Disarm
Deconstruct
Hammers down
Raise the flag
Up in the sky
Galaxy tribe
See how we shine
Close to divine
How these superpowers will affect the world we know?
(Since now it's not the world we've known)
Every language has the same name for armageddon
If it's us against them all
Lord, I'd rather be dead by now
The conundrum never solved
If you can better show me how
Cos our time is running out
Hatred-driven the worlds collide
And another nuclear bomb is the only thing we'll leave behind
(guitar solo - Kirill)
Game of life's price is coming due
Swell of fear from within slowly eating you
There'll be nothing to remember
Nothing to admire
Surely not the brave new world but a giant pyre
So dismantle
Deconstruct
Hammers down
Raise the flag
Up in the sky
Galaxy tribe
See how we shine
Close to divine
How these superpowers will affect the world we know?
(Since now it's not the world we've known)
Every nation got the same word for armageddon
If it's us against them all
Lord, I'd rather be dead by now
The conundrum never solved
If you can better show me how
Cos our time is running out
Hatred-driven the worlds collide
And another nuclear bomb is the only thing we'll leave behind
(guitar solo - Kamille)
Blood will freeze and blood will boil
Blood will drop into the soil
From that soil no trees will grow
This is how we lost our planet
Blood will rain from the above
Blood will cover all around
Glorious apocalypse, what else can I do to feed you?
(guitar solo - Kirill)
Dig into the very core
Leave no thing but open sore
Wound of what it used to be
Our birthplace, our cradle
Our sunken ship of fools
Testament of stupid rules
Greed and what is more absurd
Lust for everything that's golden
(guitar solo - Kirill)