They praise their new untouchable leader
His wish is their supreme command
They all are only his small -faithful followers
There is no judge for what they have done
Are we so much worse than wild dreaded animals
No-one on earth is born to wipe out his own kind
Only the human race wages stupid holy wars
For the rich and their silly, damned mind !
Don't you see the unspeakable suffering
Don't you see the terrible fear
Their beloved childhood, taken away
Without any feeling for human rights
KILL
IT'S THEIR FIGHT
IN THE NAME OF THE CROSS
THEY BRING US THE END
KILL
IT'S OUR END
NO-ONE OF US
WILL EVER ESCAPE !
Well, we are all under the devil's command
No-one knows where the journey will go
No-one to escape, Satan's sign on their mind
Leading them straight to their end !!
From New York to Paris,
from England to Brazil
Everyone is heading for the Big Holy War
So we pay with our lives and they grab their gold
'Cause millions of dead soldiers tell no tales..
Don't you see the incredible lies
Don't you see the world of terror
Their future has been taken away
Well, no time's left, we must go back
KILL
IT'S THEIR FIGHT
IN THE NAME OF THE CROSS
THEY BRING US THE END
KILL
IT'S OUR END
NO-ONE OF US
WILL EVER ESCAPE !
His wish is their supreme command
They all are only his small -faithful followers
There is no judge for what they have done
Are we so much worse than wild dreaded animals
No-one on earth is born to wipe out his own kind
Only the human race wages stupid holy wars
For the rich and their silly, damned mind !
Don't you see the unspeakable suffering
Don't you see the terrible fear
Their beloved childhood, taken away
Without any feeling for human rights
KILL
IT'S THEIR FIGHT
IN THE NAME OF THE CROSS
THEY BRING US THE END
KILL
IT'S OUR END
NO-ONE OF US
WILL EVER ESCAPE !
Well, we are all under the devil's command
No-one knows where the journey will go
No-one to escape, Satan's sign on their mind
Leading them straight to their end !!
From New York to Paris,
from England to Brazil
Everyone is heading for the Big Holy War
So we pay with our lives and they grab their gold
'Cause millions of dead soldiers tell no tales..
Don't you see the incredible lies
Don't you see the world of terror
Their future has been taken away
Well, no time's left, we must go back
KILL
IT'S THEIR FIGHT
IN THE NAME OF THE CROSS
THEY BRING US THE END
KILL
IT'S OUR END
NO-ONE OF US
WILL EVER ESCAPE !
envoyé par giorgio - 22/10/2012 - 16:08
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Album: Madtropolis
Still about the Holy Wars ..Only the human race wages stupid holy wars ;-(
Madtropolis is something that few bands would be gutsy enough to attempt in 2003: a full-on, '70s-style progressive rock concept album, complete with "heavy" lyrics (as a band, Chinchilla seems to be against corruption and apathy), a guest cameo by Motörhead's "Fast" Eddie Clarke, and a codpiece-classical opening and closing theme played on Rick Wakeman-style synthesizers! God love 'em for bringing back the days of Hawkwind (or at least Queensrÿche), and even better, they managed to record an entire hourlong metal album in 2003 without once stooping to the inane growled cartoon voices that are the bane of post-millennial metal. Actually, if anything, singer Tommy Laasch recalls the histrionic likes of Iron Maiden's Bruce Dickenson or Skid Row's Sebastian Bach, a keening vocal style that's currently so out of date that it's retro-cool; ditto the so-cheesy-it's-fun power ballad "Satellite," the sort of Bic-lighter sway-along that the likes of Poison and Guns N' Roses made a staple of during the late-'80s hair metal scene. There's undeniably something goofy about Madtropolis, but it's also both endearing in its sincerity and surprisingly powerful.
Personnel: Thomas Laasch (vocals); "Fast" Eddie Clarke (guitar); Roberto Palacio (cello); Artur Diessner (keyboards, background vocals); Chris Schwinn (drums, background vocals); Bobbes Seidel, Markus Juergens, Connie "Conner" Andreszka, Roberto Dimitri Liapakis (background vocals).