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144.000 GONE by Agent Steel - Covered by Agent Metal
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As the bleak of dusk ordains the eve for the chosen
Intensified magnetism blares in through the night
Echoed whispers of patience led by no refusals
And all that remained were the leeches scratching for space...
Lift us up, take us away,
leave us not behind to decay
Let us see the ascension
To know departure is sure
144 await the opening, opening of the door (x4)
Colossals reap the skeptics,
muddy cyclones turn a blissfully
awaiting fate with bitter taste,
life goes on just the same...
All of sudden sorrow builds
with no escape in view,
your time here is through
And the masters of deception keep
the secret to the clue from me and you
How do we know, where do we look
to find a way out from these tormented territories ?
144 await the opening, opening of the door (x4)
(solo:both/C/M/C - repeat last verse)
144 await the opening, opening of the door (x6)
Conspirators
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Communicative Channel : Agent C
Assault Rifles : Agents C (left channel) & M (right channel)
Fingered Deflagrations : Agent M
Heavy Artillery tracked & edited by Agents C & M
Hails to all the Skeptics and supporters of Agenthood out there. As most
of you have probably noticed, the Gunbearers never return when you expect
them to do so. In fact, both we and you probably wished we would never
have to take back our Guns and head for the Mission - but the fact is, all
of us swore to live and die by the Three Words, and to defend them until
our last breath.
This time, the threat doesn't come from above the ground. It instead
dwells in the entities waiting far beneath our feet, consciousless yet
more dangerous than they've ever been. Though no one has ever caught
them in the eye, we usually call them Reptilians, because they always
left evidence of their action under this form. And they found an ally
of choice in the warmongering SCEPTRE, whose next step in world domination
took them far in the Eastern sands. Just where our lizie-headed friends
slumber - weird coincidence, isn't it ?
Of course, the Sectarian Elite had to forge a reason to account for their
presence there. Be it legal or illegal, be it credible or not, they just
had to say something. And they did, raising lots and lots of worldwide
protest which changed absolutely nothing at all. Now they've wrought an
unbelievable havoc, they've brought more shit and fire than any desert has
probably ever known, and guess what is being said ? That people have been
raptured by creatures above, as if ten thousand deaths hadn't been enough.
No one has actually noticed anything weird above our heads or on our radar
screens, but who cares... they've taken manipulating to a point that's so
hard to believe. Yes, that's the problem... it's so hard to believe...
Yet the elements of this puzzle have begun appearing quite clear. The way
those Reptilian shitheads grow is even quite simple. They just feed on
anything that could harm anyone - fear, hatred, pain, a whole city
slaughtered or just a bloody crab in your pants, they just don't care.
Suffering is what they thrive on, and courage will make them fall. Just
like all those who pretend to heal us, in fact... they have a huge
interest in maintaining pain and sickness on Earth, because if we got rid
of all our plagues, how would they live ?
So we basically have two options. Either we let the SCEPTRE open the gates
of Babylon, kill one hundred thousand more innocents, and soon we'll have
huge lizards walking us like dogs while their generals get blowjobs by
grey-headed round creatures ; either we decide we've had enough, and that
our Freedom must be retained. And don't repeat what they told you : yes,
you do have the choice. I guarantee those war-addicted fools won't feel so
comfortable with their experiments if the whole world turns towards
them and says something like : "Hey Mr Illuminati, your pocket dragons
look very nice, but I'm afraid I don't exactly want them to impregnate my
wife and bump my brothers off, so you'd rather take your world conquest
plan and shove it deep where the sun never shines, unless you wanna feed
your own lizies... you know, they seem to love everything that stinks and
fails, so I wouldn't bet too much on your survival..."
All it takes is Freedom to speak it out loud, Metal to do it with style,
and Might to get sure everyone involved got the message well. And since
everyone still doesn't handle the ture and real meaning of those Three
Words, we are back once again. This time, what we offer you is an Agent
Steel cover. Yes, another 80s speed metal tune - this time, with full
guitars played by both Agents, but also real bass. Fingered, of course.
And if you wonder why we chose Agent Steel again, then we'll just let you
know that those guys are the spiritual fathers of Agent Metal as it exists
today. The highly enlightened lyrics, the fast riffs, the high skillful
vocals... they already had it all. As John Cyriis himself used to say,
they were all "hammering Metal into their heads". Just like us.
FREEDOM, METAL & MIGHT. Enough said.
- Agent Metal
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