Crimson Prologue: In a very distant future, the last generation of planet earth has come to a point where they cannot breed anymore. When everybody had
Sabathan] Lord Alrinach, fill storms into rotten sky, Set pits on fire, burn martyr masses "Here comes a world of uncontrolled oppression in chaos" [
in the unseen. "The Winged Horse" A tale in the circle of oppression and resistance that cannot be broken if you force freedom. "Cosmic Chaos" Drums
cup And I awaken from this sleep In the moment I can see, in the moment I am free Every time that I wake up Cybernetic generation, all the little girls
friend General Custer I scream to the heavens to split open wide And let loose a torrent of death's ghastly tide The power of Chaos, there's no reason
They show you no mercy They just show you a line Call it a chaos, a curse or a crime Call it what you will but I call it genocide Genocide, genocide,
last supper to materialize the Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet She lives in the attic - A floor in between My room and the comets - Of chaos
death comes revenue Piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood Piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood Piles of profit all generated
right. Chorus: All is Chaos, On all sides, All my ideals; the words overwhelmed, I look for a soul who is able to help me. I am of a disenchanted generation
prepare for some pain yet unknown Planned and arranged for so long Chemical mutants arise a generation born just to die Born just to die, a whole generation
extreme position General Custer out of ammunition Didn't get here by my own volition As Tennyson once thundered Someone here has badly blundered JEEVES Sir - BERTIE It's chaos
. '92! Millions kill themselves for good He's got a fucking war He won't revert till sickness comes Just broken homes and broken bones Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Chaos
beg Now I'm caught between a dust speck And an incubating egg! (Suddenly, HUNTERS surround HORTON) Help! Someone help! Hunters! Help! (There is chaos
mina, y esa finca y ese mar Ese paramilitar, son propriedad Del Senor Matanza Ese federal, ese chivato y ese sapo, el sindicato Y el obispo, el general
of the ancient wise men, So that every shape may become expressive and every sign may suggest deep vision The snake, son of Apsu generates the Chaos
Heading down the wrong track Yet another set back Living is a death trap Generation Headless Stirring up a bad mess Demolition madness Lost forever
salvation when the final day has come we're the last generation in the shades of Babylon Denial betrayel no meaning to our failure no answer to our pleas a burnt out culture chaos
generation coming Under - the smoke over Oakland In and out - the streets are breathing Under - the smoke over Oakland I saw - a new generation coming