The Rite of Spring: Pt. 1 "Adoration of the Earth", Games of the Rival Tribes

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The old esthetic customs wiped away As the wind scatters the clouds The new generation is born to stay To annihilate, to waste, to die Nobody to rely your deepest reliance The kings of centuries old and proud They have to yield from the way of the force That tortures the resources out of reach Fighting against insidious things Infiltrating into innocent circles Breaking the peaceful alliance Killing the laugh and song of the birds So we face the truth of the situation We've entered the last womb of death The worst kind of mistake is taking place We didn't listen the voice of the truth Everything must die someday, they say But the immortal won't have to fade away Do they understand the dimension Do they see the gates of life behind Or straight ahead There was the adoration of the kings They bowed to the king of a man Now these kings are not in sight But they're still there watching you Now these humans created threats Causing a new adoration of the kings Magnificent powers which used to master Are now humilated and knelt down to dust Equipment innovating the system Mental values falling in the sand Making profit is the object of today Machines suffocating the cry of agony The wings crying for twinkling light Mountains dissolving into liquid This is the adoration of the kings This is for the last Obstruction to chain the nature No forgiveness, no pity to cast the balance