As the final street fights rage
and the last police car crashes
masked in black we will arise
like phoenix from the ashes.
All hierarchies fall
as we break down the walls.
Anarchism is on the rise
as all oppression dies.
Rest asure, this time
we wont back down.
We'll end King Profits reign
and melt his crown.
For too long ignorance was bliss,
but nothing has to stay as it is.
No more borders! No more nations!
No more deportations!
No nation! No border!
We'll fight law and order!
Amidst the burnt out ruins
of a society so hollow and blind
we will grow a new world
from the seeds of hope we find.
'‘This is a prayer for the children of the next Neolithic,
That you may lay entwined in fields of lillies, where Walmart once stood.
Sustain yourselves and sister salmon by the ruins of a dam
and chant these words on top of an overgrown factory.‘‘*
Unforgotten are the fallen and the battles
as the dust from crumbling towers settles.
Finally! As an old world ends
equal people can meet as friends.
As we beheld the stars again,
that have been hidden for so long
a thousand burning rebel hearts
began in unity to beat as one.
* Inspired by a poem named ‘‘A handful of leaves“ written by Sean Swain
supported by 20 fans who also own “The Seeds of Hope”
This album hits like a ton of bricks. I can't say how long it's been since a band reached me like this, but I can't get enough. The driving rhythm, the ghostly floating leads, the haunting and direct lyrics, the desperation in her voice... Powerful. Jaycee