Appendix A:

The Minstrels Speak

I am the one – the Orgasmatron

The out-stretched grasping hand

My image is of agony, my servants rape the land.

Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain

Two thousand years of misery and torture in my name.

Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia of the law

My name is called Religion Sadistic sacred whore.

I twist the truth, I rule the world

My crown is called deceit.

I am the Emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet.

I rob you and I slaughter you

Your downfall is my gain

But still you play the sycophant

And revel in your pain.

And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate

I am the Politician and I decide your fate.

I march before a martyred world

An army for the fight.

I speak of great heroic deeds, of victory and might.

I hold a banner drenched in blood

I urge you to be brave

I lead you to your destiny

I lead you to your graves.

Your bones will build my palaces

Your eyes will stud my crown

For I am Mars – the God of War

And I will cut you down.

(Orgasmatron by Ian “Lemmy” Kilmister – “Motorhead”)

 

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast Up into the night sky they blast Through the universe the engines whine Could it be the end of man and time? Back on earth the flame of life burns low Everywhere is misery and woe Pollution kills the air, the land and sea Man prepares to meet his destiny.

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast Up into the black sky so vast Burning metal through the atmosphere Earth remains in worry, hate and fear With the hateful battles raging on Rockets flying to the glowing sun Through the empires of eternal void Freedom from the final suicide

Freedom fighters sent out to the sun Escape from brainwashed minds and pollution Leave the earth to all its sin and hate Find another world where freedom waits.

Past the stars in fields of ancient void Through the shields of darkness where they find Love upon a land a world unknown Where the sons of freedom make their home Leave the earth to Satan and his slaves Leave them to their future in their grave Make a home where love is there to stay Peace and happiness in every day.

(Into the Void by “Black Sabbath”)

 

Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds - Oh Lord!

Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor Time will tell on their power minds Making war just for fun

Treating people just like pawns in chess Wait 'till their judgment day comes

Now in darkness the world stops turning Ashes where the bodies are burning No more War Pigs have the power Hand of God has struck the hour Day of judgement, God is calling On their knees the war pigs crawling Begging mercies for their sins Satan, laughing, spreads his wings - Oh Lord!

(War Pigs by “Black Sabbath”)

 

I think about closing the door And lately I think of it more I'm living well out of my time I feel like I'm losing my mind I should be at the table round A servant of the crown The keeper of the sign To sparkle and to shine

Never, no never again Listen to me and believe what I say if you can Never, this is the end You know I've seen the faces of doom And I'm only a man

Help me, tell me I'm sane I feel a change in the earth, in the wind and the rain Save me, oh take me away You know I've seen some creatures from Hell And I've heard what they say

I've got to be strong Oh, I'm falling off the edge of the world Think you're safe but you're wrong We are falling off the edge of the world

Look out there's danger, no where to run Seems like desperate measures but sometimes its got to be done

Over, its over at last And the message inside as we build a new life from the past

We're falling off the edge of the world Yes, the edge of the world It's the end of the world

(Falling off the Edge of the World by “Black Sabbath”)

 

No one said it had to be this way Why are we the victims of their final word? Dying world is killing us so slow I believe no god may save us now

Can you see what I see? Sinners say your prayers tonight The judgment day is here

Child of tomorrow will die - not even born Jesus our questions, never seems to hear Dying for the answers may be – the price we pay To find a key to our lives Is there a heaven? Is there a hell? Who's this god? - Tell me There's no god above Why? Oh!

We choose what Lord - deep within our souls He's not one thing, we are his spirit We could save this world from destruction day

Can you see what I see? Can you hear me crying? Oh God can you help me now? Take my hand - no home no home Of God take my heaven You and I are victims of their word

As the masters of power try to poison our world Greed money taken over their souls Just mechanical brains Politicians don't know They just don't know – they just don't know

(The Eternal Idol by “Black Sabbath”)

 

There are phantoms here on earth who take away our lives They kill your kids and they rape your wives They rip your flesh, tear your heart and take you down to hell

They don't give a damn on any kind of life

Phantoms bring evil, destruction and death Night after night the same old game They all look so harmless but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out

The empire of deceivers is built upon your fear You'll have to lose it 'cause the end is near Warheads, armies stand to strike, I know it isn't right I wanna get out of here, I don't wanna die

Infernal destruction of fire you'll burn Then you'll be helpless but it's not too late Stand up right now and you'll be the winner Or Satan will get you, take you forever

Genocide everywhere Where's the Saviour of this world? Phantoms of Death! Where is he the promised saviour the one who'll save the earth? Perhaps he'll come to bury us but then it'll be too late Who are they who are the phantoms who will end our lives It's you and me, you and me Open up your eyes!

Phantoms bring evil, destruction and death Night after night the same old game They all look so harmless but deep in their hearts Satan is lurking, and he will break out We are all parasites of this world we shall die!

(Phantoms of Death by Kai Hansen of Helloween)

 

Born in the window, nobody's fool Raised in the prison, you called the school Dark arcane legends show what to do I handed my childhood over to you Traveling endlessly, I'm searching my mind I'm almost afraid of what I will find Wandering aimlessly, oh what can I do? I handed my future over to you, to you Future looks blue - what can I do?

Working for freedom, fighting your wars Feeding your children, keeping your laws Someday you'll suffer then what I'll do I'll hand all your promises over to you

Standing inside myself I'm losing control You made me believe in the stories you told Waiting impatiently, what else can I do? I handed my future over to you, to you

Tears filled of sadness, sealed in my cell Whispering secrets, what do they tell? Mad politicians can’t tell the truth I handed my children over to you

(Over To You by “Black Sabbath”)

 

Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death.

The killer's breed or the demon's seed The glamour, the fortune, the pain Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore. Two minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. Two minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout - let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast... As the reasons for the carnage Cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine And feed it with our babies.

The body bags and little rags Of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain I put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words And make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions To make a better kind of gun.

(Two Minutes to Midnight - Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson, “Iron Maiden”)
 

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