- Relase date:
- January 01, 2000
- Kerosene Recordings
Captive in the Room of the Conspirator tracks
1. Calm Before The Storm
2. An End Like This
The seven symbols of the apocalypse.
Show the way on the bloody burning sky.
The last days of civilisation.
And the four riders coming down to earth and DESTROY:
Watch the murdered rise from the dead- dead.
And the punishment for the guilty is sure.
The melodies of the seven trumpets.
An infernal sound of suffering.
Rage and power of the enslaved.
United in the hordes of hate and revenge:
Demons of the final judgement burn landscapes to ashes.
Fragments of dead bodies laying in my hands.
And the blood flows from my face.
And the blood flows from my face
3. The Solution
The solution of this global catastrophe.
Lies in the vegan philosophy.
Not until all animals are roaming free.
A peaceful existence can be achieved.
Only the respect for every being.
Can be an idol for our future generations.
Only with the help of militant actions.
The death sections can be erased!
FREEDOM FOR THE OPPRESSED - THE SOLUTION!
FREEDOM FOR THE EN CAGED - THE SOLUTION!
FREEDOM FOR THE ENSLAVED - THE SOLUTION!
REVENGE FOR ALL THE DEAD - THE SOLUTION!
The burning fight for liberation.
Cannot stop at the human being.
We have to stand up for every life.
To keep it's beauty and purity!
4. Catatonic Pictures
They climb around, do a somersault.
Jump over the bed, twenty fold on the table.
Now against the wall, bob up and down.
Make knee bends, drop into the sky.
STRIKE AND FORGET!
They jam their fingers in the window.
Crying, singing, curse, laughing, screaming, spit around.
Pull faces, sad, easily, frightened, cheerful, painful.
They live in a morbid dreamworld of...
CHAOS AND PAIN!
There are many vasomotoric symptoms.
Very complicated and that...
Day after day, year after year.
No end in sight and no return!
5. Result Of Reprisal
You can't turn me into one of your lies.
You can't make me your slave.
Blind acceptance in this material world.
For money reasons you would burn your soul.
Values get lost in this age of competitive greed.
This killing machine, you keep it running well.
You are the toy, force fed with seeming joy.
Resignation as a result of reprisal.
Once offered resistance.
Now forced to relent.
I WON'T SUPPORT THIS DEGRADING CULTURE!
6. Indulgence Ends
I can feel the pain of the innocent caught up in mass- enslavement.
Their cries of desperation Through their life of absolute darkness.
Victims of a species running into self destruction.
Because of ignorance, greed and lack of education.
The blood inside my veins is getting colder everyday.
Anger is building up inside!
I don't want to slip away into senseless hate.
But something must be done!
MY PATIENCE IS RUNNING OUT!
THIS IS A WAR!