Kalmah - The groan of wind

 

Kalmah - The groan of wind

 

 

The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease
A killer that hides in the wind
And cannot be seen
A powerful enemy a threat that truly exists
By a hair hung our lives
We see that but we´re blind

Ever-transforming, reproductive, worldwide pandemic
Our time is running out
The clock is striking on
And in spite of our drugs
We´ll stay powerless

[Chorus:]
The groan of wind
A silent killing machine
There´s no place we can breathe
Deep down in our lungs symptom breeds

H5N1 Lethal time bomb
H5N1 Lethal time bomb

Maybe we have earned our urns
We cannot endlessly breed
Our scientific achievements
Nature simply will beat
The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease
The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease

[Chorus]

Kalmah - 12 Gauge

 

Kalmah - 12 Gauge

 

Lairs doctors, the tools of evil
Give the recipes that will heal the sadness
Inside the pill can the saviour is waiting
Swallow the sweet taste of madness

Chemical feelings that everything is going well
Hallucination takes you down into the deepest swamp
The combination, an everlasting, final tramp
Without any doubts tomorrows need is more and more

Allowed demon inside the bottle
hear him calling and he will tear you down
Just take a pull and start the dreaming
Insidious session, Messiah is still bleeding

Chemical feelings that everything is going well
Hallucination takes you down into the deepest swamp
The combination, an everlasting, final tramp
Without any doubts tomorrows need is more and more

And soon the day will come black, black
Makes you feel that you are a scumbag
Standing deep in the same dead end
The only friend that you have 12 gauge

Chemical feelings that everything is going well
Hallucination takes you down into the deepest swamp
The combination, an everlasting, final tramp
Without any doubts tomorrows need is more and more

And soon the day will come - black, black
Makes you feel that you are - a scumbag
Standing deep in the swamp - dead end
The only friend that you have - 12 gauge

Good bye my friends
Good bye...

Kalmah - Seventh swamphony

 

Kalmah - Seventh  swamphony

 

This is the start but where is the ending?
Do we still have means to pretend?
Creation shouting praise for the keeper
Glory to the son of a man

The shovel has let our Mother's blood
Ingredient of life has been peeled off
Slowly the land withers away
Disappears into thin air

I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plant
The contractor smiles

Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done

Wounded land full of ditches
Excavated upside down
Every day he keeps on rooting
Glory to the son of a man

Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land

I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plant
The contractor smiles

Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done

Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land