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Legion (ES): "Labyrinth Of Problems" – 1992

энциклопедия: Legion (ES)

Состав группы:

  • Jonathan Dolcet – бас, вокал
  • Quimi Montañés – гитара
  • Julián Ross Loza – ударные
  • Marc Pagés – гитара

Legion (ES): "Labyrinth Of Problems" – 1992

Композиции:

  1. Beyond Betrayal
  2. Route To Madness
  3. A Matter Of Greed
  4. Bag Full Of Meat
  5. Dead On Arrival
  6. They Call Me War
  7. Nothing
  8. This Can't Be Real
  9. Nada Sin Fe

Лирика

1. Beyond Betrayal

Beyond the lies
Betrayal has become
A plague of disgace
Buried deep within
What did they know?
The child that was slain
What did they do?
To suffer all this pain

You steal the rich
To eliminate the poor
You choose the plan
To sink them underneath
They were killed
By assassins in disguise
Would you fall
To prove that you are right

When deah begins the ideal dies in you
We don?t need freedom stained in blood
Why are you commiting this atrocity
You are an object that they use

Use to refuse
The use...use to loose
The use...use to refuse
The use...use to confuse

2. Route To Madness

Keep on marching
Never stop
If you do
Say goodbye
Never rest
No way out
Don?t look back
You could die

I need a rest
Give me a break
In this mad race
I?m alone

No ending line
To be the first
Hold if you can
Win to survive
Walk day & night
Sleep wide awake
You are part
Of stupid game

I?m walking nowhere
This is the route to hell
Price for losing is death
Reward for winning is madness

Keep on marching never stop
Keep on marching never stop
Keep on marching never stop
Keep on marching never stop

3. A Matter Of Greed

I welcome you into my twisted world
I will get you near to it now
What you desire lays in front of you
And you can?t have it,but I have you

Despise the price,you know how to steal
Never forget this world is made of bills
Giving a fuck who?s in the way
Eyes of the sick shine brighter every day

A matter of greed
You?re completly sick
A matter of greed
All that you need
You?re made of greed
Look around and feed at the valve
All the way,all the way through
No throughts for a second one
So damn close to the end of your line

No lament comes from your sick mind
You would sell your mother if you could
Devouring every object you have in sight
So blind to think you?re not doing right

4. Bag Full Of Meat

I walk the streets when the moon is high
Cath a glimpse of my eyes
In no rush to hunt you down
You?re my meal in this town
Out of job,no place to stay
Your society made me this away
I?m the thing that you ignore
Since bad luck came thru my door

This bag full of meat
This bag full of meat
This bag full of meat
I?m sure I?ll get to eat
?Cos this bag is full of meat

I was used to the taste of blood
Back?nam some years ago
Lived thru hell and lost my mind
Your tender flesh is of my kind
I ear for free,I won?t pay
This is sick or so they say a noble cause creates disgust
I?ll survive and you will roast

Hunger hits,hunger erode my sin
I?ll be there waiting for your skin

5. Dead On Arrival

оригинал: GBH

Tracks in his arm made him a man
no-one could understand
each night he'd go out shooting skag
met a pusher who sold him a bag
That's why he was...
dead on arrival
Ran out of money so he stole a car
tried to run but didn't get far
sent to prison, no turning back
saw his arm, weaned him off smack
That's why he was...
dead on arrival
Solo – Pag?s
Out on parole tried to keep calm
finally died with a needle in his arm
yes out on parole, tried to keep calm
finally died with a needle in his arm
That's why he was...
dead on arrival

6. They Call Me War

I waste all your dreams
And I take you to the extremes
Of my gory home of fire
I spread the seed of hate
And create this deadly fate
Hoping that you can join in
A blood rivers flows
On this land full of crows
Feeding on this mound of bodies
I will eat the soul
From the bodies that I stole
I exist only for this goal

Killing all
Burning all
They call me war
Confronting them
Insulting them
They call me hell

I sit upon my throne
And I watch this land of bones
I?ve collected in every war
Dirty rotten winds
Is the sign my will wins
Sucked you down into my hole
Since day number one
I have had my fun
Don?t spoiled it me now
Thanks for understanding
You can call me when you want
Always I?ll be there

They call me war...I waste all your dreams
They call me hell...I spread the seed of hate

7. Nothing

Don?t screw my mind
And say you?re right
Don?t waste your works
I will ignore
Life is too short
Don?t ask me why
I have no answer
I cannot respond

Sensivity
Under my skin
Inside myself,inside myself

You?re born
You grow
You kick the bucket bro
Nothing
Nothing
We are nothing new

What can I do
But live my life
And let the rest
Live on their own
I?ll take a step
Out from the dark
And try to see
Into your world

8. This Can't Be Real

Thou my senses fade I?m still alert
And I?m seeing what is going on
Nothing you can do,nothing you can say
Everything is going wrong
Tears of sorrow stain all the nothingness
I strive to hear a different sound
What you feel inside when there?s no light
It?s so black,nothing,s found

Lonely graves
they were slaves
This can?t be real
Blooming trees
And bumble bees
This can?t be real
The starving ones
Devour stones
This can?t be real
As you see...hard to believe

What a dump this is were I live
Where justice is ever blind
Equality is so hard to see
It?s even harder to find
Thou my senses fade I?m still alert
And I?m seeing what is going on
Nothing you can do,nothing you can say
Everything is going wrong

I?m scared
I?m amazed
I?m surprised

9. Nada Sin Fe

Locura permanente paranoia total
Tono decadente, suicido letal
Cerebro cerrado todo informacion que intente persuadirme de esta situación
De vez en cuando no va mal comportarse algo normal
La vida ya no es vida
Sin locuras que hacer
Ya no habrá salida si no hay fe
Lo que vas a hacer
Si no hay fe
No hay nada que hacer
Mente retorzida
Abusrda realidad
Esquizofrenia brutalidad
Buscan el camino de la solucion
No hay nada de nuevo en esta cancion
No necessitas mas falsedad
No tienes que vivir de caridad
La vida ya no es vida
Sin locuras que hacer
Ya no habra salida
Si no hay fe
Lo que vas a hacer
Si no hay fe
No hay nada que hacer
No! no hay nada que hacer
...no hay dinero
...toca perder
en este mundo de traidores todos viven sus ilusiones

La vida ya no es vida
Sin locuras que hacer
Ya no habra salida
Si no hay fe
Lo que vas a hacer
Si no hay fe
Nada sin fe!

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