Blood is blood, Fact is fact.

6. As the Net Closes In.

This song was inspired by reading the new additions to the 2006 Terrorism Act that effectively proposes more censorship on web forums, sites and hosts. A maximum 7 year prison sentence can be handed out to those who apparently incite or promote terrorism. So marching into some-ones country and waging a campaign of liberation upon it is fine. State controlled violence is fine, right wing incitement is fine but anything else deemed to be supportive of terrorism by a agent of the law could be liable. Does it make the public reassured when a man running for a bus was mistaken as a terrorist or a family home was mistaken for a bomb factory? What does the government want from this law? This is paranoia gone mad.

You talk about corrupting minds, what you fuckin’ preach is fine, Are you fuckin’ completely blind? , take a look at the truth.
Here we go again, no censors gone again more powers for the law, to shit upon the poor.
Paranoia gone mad indulge in war, confused when it comes home within your shore.
Outlaw what you say every fucking single way, when you’re the fuckin’ criminals and we won’t go away.

Web Space, Disgrace. Web space, Fuckin’ Disgrace.

Endless rustling of papers that are white, the paranoia confuses what is wrong and what is right.
You’ll label us terrorists to fit in with your rules, when you’re the fuckin’ criminals and we won’t be fools.
To shut our mouths if the truth spills through, to employ a load more lawyers, how the truth shines through.
Every fucking move you make, every little step we take, will be monitored by them for reasons we don’t know.

Web Space, Disgrace. Web space, Fuckin’ Disgrace.

What difference does this mean to the fucking right wing? These jokers go un-noticed for purveying the real thing.
What will they stop at? Nothing, to spread their filth, we must never fucking stop, to say what we mean.
The agent’s of the law whose viewpoint can be blurred, left with responsibilities too much beyond their control.
Outlaw what you say, every fuckin’ single way, when you’re the fuckin’ criminals & we won’t go away.

Web Space…control, Disgrace Web space…control, Fuckin’ Disgrace.

7.Liberation

This is a song about the internal struggle for freedom against indoctrination from religion and society. Although the lyrics have a mythical feel to them conjuring images of “The Lord of the Rings” this is not the intent, it is merely allegorical. A way to explain that daily life for us as individuals is a war of good against evil, this evil being the messengers of religion and government.

Dark clouds gather on the hills, unto this day when blood is spilled.
This is the fight that ends all wars, these days are won by power-crazed whores.
Take this day our daily bread, fields strewn with heavens dead.
The shepherds lead their flock to slaughter, the blood stained crook raised to their altar.

The forces gathered here this day, to fight for good, so let us pray.
Too much been done to waste this hour, so fill your hearts and feel the power.
Steel raised in the global village, who will survive to rape and pillage?
The blood-stained chalice hits the floor, the bloody howls of freedom no more.

The kingdom where this freedom exists must be fought for with hand and fist.
The chains to be cracked and broken, cell doors ripped from their holdings.
Cries of freedom can be heard, the silence of the deeds told by word.
The blood-stained chalice hits the floor, the fire from the chapel streams to the sky.

Blood red sky, Blood red sky, Blood red sky ,Blood red sky.

8.Black Ways of War

This song was inspired by reading about the experiences of the Red Army soldiers fighting against fascism in the nightmare conditions of the eastern front during WW2. However the ideas stand as reinforcement of the notion of the hell on earth that is modern warfare. Sadly this is as relevant today and could easily describe the recent and ongoing conflicts in places such as Congo, Bosnia, Afghanistan or Iraq.

In my eyes the vision stings, black ways of war.
Land laid waste by mechanised death, a firestorm to cleanse the poor.

Murder, Brutality, Bloodshed, Insanity.

Charred corpses litter the field, black ways of war.
Carrion rip flesh from bone, in battle there is no law.

Murder, Brutality, Bloodshed, Insanity. X2

Broken bones crushed underfoot, black ways of war.
Politicians spin lies and hate, rotten to the fuckin’ core.

Murder, Brutality, Bloodshed, Insanity. X4

9.Stealing a Nation

The story of Diego Garcia, the title is taken from a documentary by John Pilger. It details the story of the secret expulsion of the entire population of the Chagos islands in the Indian Ocean by successive British governments, so that the principal island, Diego Garcia, could be handed to the United States as a major military base. It is from this base that American aircraft have attacked Iraq and Afghanistan. Brutally removed from their ancestral home, the islanders were relocated against their will and forced to live in abject poverty while the British and American governments strengthened their economic and military relationship.

Behold the horrors of the history books, great shame for the nation of the lands we took.
With bloodshed and torture enslavement given new territory conquered for sceptic isle.
New dawns became as we set them free away from the past ways and tyranny.
No more the war mongers and power crazed butchers, united world politics it’s a fucking mutation.

Sweep - Stealing a Nation . Sanitise - Stealing a Nation x 2
Bombers take flight to the skies from the deserted island called paradise.
To reign terror on foreign islands, prison island from hidden eyes.
Democracy bring them to their knees, white papers bring you tyranny
Bloody deeds brought mass eviction, as we hide behind a mask of civilization.

For 200 years inhabitants of paradise 2000 strong exiled by trickery and lies.
Bureaucracy smokescreen to sweep them clear, identity vanished without a fuckin’ tear.
Whitewash bureaucracy parliamentary brutality to build their war bases from such legality.
Nothing but memories for compensation another excuse termed as sanitization.

10.Echoes in the Darkness

This is a song of hope celebrating positive grass roots change from ordinary people across the world. People are not part of the problem they are the solution. No Governmental, NGO or official bodies will work if they do not tap into the resourcefulness and willingness of people to improve their lives and conditions of their neighbourhood. The lyrics ended up concentrating on the MST in Brazil. The landless peasants movement has settled thousands of families by taking unproductive land and founding communities against the vested interests of landowners.

Blood, sweat, grain break the chain.

Oppressive regimes and apathy, lead to a stranglehold of complacency.
Unity is shattered throughout a land, back stabbed from within by whose hand?

Can you hear? With some fuckin’ intention,
Can you hear? With some fuckin’ direction,
Can you hear? Shovel in your hand,
Can you hear? Fight for a promised land.

Blood, sweat, grain break the chain.

European landowners still control our lives, as they enslaved and raped before again and again.
Remember Grass roots can effect real change, Fuck the capitalist gringos at home on the range.

Blood, sweat, grain break the chain.

Oppressive regimes and apathy, lead to a stranglehold of complacency
Unity is shattered throughout a land, back stabbed from within by whose hand?

11.War With No End

Whoever governs Britain or is elected US President is largely irrelevant. They like those before them will be of an enduring dysfunctional system whose cheer leaders in the mainstream media never see, or want to see, the consequences of 2000lb bombs dropped with precision accuracy on the occupants of mud, stone and straw houses in the Third World.

The collective punishment of civilians has long been part of war and is a particularly insidious tactic in our leaders supposed modern approach to conflict resolution. This is the war with no end.

Who are these people we simply despise?
Rule us with madness, then fill us with lies.
Who are these masters that simply control?
Rule us like cattle to suit any goal.

War With No End, War With No End.

Blind to the outcome our eyes firmly shut,
these masters they rule us and guide us like flocks.
They lead us to war at the twist of a hand,
these masters of puppets they gloat from behind.

War With No End, War With No End.

The damage is done, to the victor the spoils.
The innocent people are homeless once more.
A community a crater, no haven from war,
with freedom re-instated, they'll try it again.

War With No End, War With No End.

From the bombings of Guernica,
to gas filled genocide in Kurdistan.
From imperialist struggles in Afghanistan,
to religious bullying of the Gaza strip.
Collective punishment of civilians,
War With No End,
War With No End,
War With No End,
War With No End.

Who are these Masters that blindly control?
Distinguished by madness to fit any role.
Who are these people we simply despise?
Who rule us by fear and fill us with lies?

War With No End, War With No End X 2.

12. Divine Wind

The suicide bombers of today can be compared to the Japanese kamikaze pilots at the end of WW2 with both believing 'god' speaks through their actions. In the West we are led to believe by our own Governments and media that these are acts carried out by desperate, deluded people who at best follow their religious leaders edicts as the word of their god or at worst commit these acts out of jealousy. Conversely in the West we join the Military - a career getting paid to invade other people's homelands enforcing 'our' corporate driven democracy whilst laying waste to their civilian populations. Incredibly we don't expect anyone to fight back and when they do we label them fucking insane...

Divine wind coming, cleanse the air.
Justified destruction of the western man.
Divine and righteous strike a blow,
sacrifice for greatness by almighty decree.

Divine Wind x 4.

Divine wind coming, cleanse the air.
shatters the silence screaming in despair.
Annihilation hammers down shattering false peace,
sacrifice for greatness by almighty decree.

Divine Wind x 4.

Divine wind coming, cleanse the air.
You fail the task, your heaven will wait.
Holy wars, we'll lock you up.
On stolen shores, towers of greed.

Divine Wind x 4.

There'll be no tolerance, no talking to whom
Invade the homelands, tear them down.
To the burning schools charred bodies abound
With tanks and bombs we claim this land.

Divine wind coming, cleanse the air.
Towers of greed, bombs in the streets.
All seeing eyes, god's avengers
Ready to strike with god's right hand.

Divine Wind x 4.

Divine wind coming, Cleanse the air.

13. Reap What You Sow

As a society we are encouraged to follow a lifestyle of excess to spend what we don't have in order to buy what we don't need. The by-products of these actions include landfills, scars in the country-side and global warning. Governments and industry are dealing with this in their normal manner - with more hot air. We need to slow down and think. What you put in is what you get back.

Look to the North, look to the East
the fires are burning and smell of deceit.
The land that was green is scarred for your dreams,
the monsters of progress bellow and gleam.

Reap What You Sow x 2

The harvest of death, has drawn it's new breath
The labs are working and smell of distress.
Nature's last hope is going for broke
It death rolls in silence, the countryside screams.

Reap What You Sow x 2

This fucking corruption of nature's pure way,
by scientists and millionaires stacking death on the shelves.
Poisoned food as a protocol the new way to go,
it death rolls in silence as progress looks on.

Reap What You Sow x 2.

What was once natures dreams,
Are now cash crops, of corporate schemes.
They consume for power and greed,
Divine destruction to silence the need.
Reap what you sow, Reap what you sow,
Reap what you sow, Reap what you sow.

Reap What You Sow x 2.

Look to the North, look to the East
the fires are burning and smell of deceit.
The land that was green is scarred for your dreams,
the monsters of progress bellow and gleam.

Reap What You Sow x 4.

14. Tarred and Feathered

A song concerning the lack of threat of punk rock to today's society. Does it mean anything? Or is it merely a safe set of opinions and an acceptable lifestyle?

Punk ain't dead, I've heard it fuckin' said. The fat cat says hop aboard, there's money in it yet.
No need to get involved, it's all quite safe now,
It's sterilised, it's organised and sold right back to you.

Tarred for life, feathered by you. Fucked up by life's consequences, this struggles till the end.

You used have a lifestyle that said something, a big fuck you to the corporate men.
But something went wrong and life all changed,
and fear and confusion is all that reigned.

Tarred for life, feathered by you. Fucked up by life's consequences, this struggles till the end.

The battles not changed, but where is the rage?
Swapped for the easy life and talk of gone days.
Pure fucking profit from the corpse of something good. The instinct and the hatred has all been pissed away.

Tarred for life, feathered by you. Fucked up by life's consequences, this struggles till the end.

Tarred for life, Feathered by you.