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WARFIELD – German Thrasher streamen `Tie the Rope` Single im Video

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Das deutsche Thrash Trio WARFIELD hat sich ganz offenbar der aggressiven Art des Thrash Metals verschrieben, zumindest wenn man die heute erschienene Videosingle `Tie the Rope` zum Maßstab nimmt. Der Old Schoolartige Song ist der erste Vorbote ihres Debütalbums “ Wrecking Command“ das demnächst veröffentlicht wird.

 

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There’s a rope hanging down a tree

It is the neckbreaking truth of society

The knot is tightened with a rotten conception

And every fibre’s made of arrogance

It’s in the air that you swallow and in the dirt that you breathe

Here hangs the misapprehension of human supremacy

 

If freedom of will is our highest good

Then tell me why are we enslaved

We play a game we are bound to lose

Deification of a mind – deranged

 

Alright! Tie the fucking rope!

 

Hear – our backbone rupturing under our own weight

Progression becomes regress and more isn’t enough

To quench the egomania of our age

 

All you wanna do is be yourself

And at the same time indoctrinate everybody else

Our world is coated with an artificial layer

We buy and our conscience is the payer

 

Beauty is becoming tragedy

Now my fellow don’t you look at me

This wreck is yours as much as it’s mine

Face it – It’s everyone’s decline

Tie the rope! Tie the Rope!

 

Feel – the roadkill scraping the varnish off our crown

Mine is the kingdom, power, glory forever

Until the host comes back for another round

 

Fattened selves graving for dung

Lacerating shots from loaded shot-tongues

Dissecting the villains you enforce yourself to hate

Rubbed-off rage publicly displayed

 

Pleasure is becoming agony

Once beloved one don’t you seek in me

The reason for your self-doubt

Get it – nobody lives without

Tie the rope! Tie the Rope!

 

Let’s breed stress and feed on it

Come join the army and deal with it!

 

There’s a rope hanging down a tree

It is the neck-retching loop of modernity

We all balance on the edge of the hangman’s chair

A painting of ourselves in still life – hollow ware

We are the judge yet we won’t stir a bit

As long as the hammer’s up the ego can act out its shit

Negotiation repelled

Fate decides the second you let go!

 

Photo Credit: Salina Damer