Ombladon - Daca pozele ar vorbi

CTC - Scandaaal (feat. Cedry2k)

Bass like tombs rumbling under the feast
Candles flicker on plates stained with the beast
We dine while the ruins whisper names in the smoke
And every ghost leans in for the final choke

Outside the banquet halls the echoes still bleed
Old fields hold the print where the victims concede
They served the charge with silver, we swallowed the cost
Each dish garnished with a memory long lost
The bloodline inherited by children unraised
The table set on graves where the mourners phased
We cheer for the harvest of stolen acclaim
Raise our glasses but the foundation’s the same
Massacre memorial in the back of the mind
A feast of sorrow served to humankind
When the laughter rings high, look below the crust
See the tomb-stone markers in the dust
Our ancestors whispered, now we chant their refrain
We dine on the ruin, we bless the domain

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

The banquet spreads wide, the legacy cold
Bones under linen in stories untold
They carved the borders, they sealed the fate
We carry the ghosts while they celebrate
Eyes in the darkness, voices in the wind
The table keepers blind to what they begin
We march in the shadow of the screams unheard
Hands raised in thanks while the truth is blurred
The scar remains fresh though the print is faint
Blood rubs off slow but the soul still paints
The price was paid not with gold but our lives
We dine at the table built on their cries

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Skulls under china, guns under glass
Echoes of footsteps in corridors past
Whispers of mothers whose children never came home
Feasts for the victors, graves for the bone
Ceremonies silent, drums in the night
Every shot memorised, every wrong in the sight
We’re heirs of the massacre, legacy defined
By the blood in our veins and the scars in our minds
No masks on the faces, no lies in the creed
We chant the cry of the fallen, the hearts that still bleed
Hear the bass like a heartbeat under the wall
See the ghost in each corner, hear the memory call
We dine on the ruins, we cradle the pain
Until the table breaks, until we reclaim

We eat on ruins, every plate holds a ghost
Crying prayers where the bullets were host
Massacre memory, the harvest of blame
Each meal a monument carved in flame

Let the bass tremble for the names unsung
Let the table tremble when the truth is done
Massacre memory flows in our veins
We hold their voice, till we break the chains

Massacre Memory

People say the world is doomed, 
that mankind’s nature seals the tomb. 
Learned helplessness, fear and doubt, 
cynicism whispers: there’s no way out.

Yes, it’s true—selfish, greedy, ruthless hands 
have scarred the Earth, betrayed the lands. 
But hear us out, don’t close the door, 
we don’t have to die like this, we can break through more.

There was a node in the species design, 
a guiding light, a sacred sign. 
The shamans, the seers, the visionaries bold, 
cut from the fabric, their stories untold. 
They stood in every age, every tribe, every time, 
but today, at our peak, they’re pushed aside, left behind. And the consequence? The Earth is slain, 
and if they stay silenced, we’ll die the same.

Shamans are outsiders, glitch in the code, 
their minds on planes where few have strode. 
They can’t abide by the culture’s frame, 
they see deeper truths, not the surface game. 
Human knowledge is guesswork, a fragile disguise, 
but shamans pierce through, they open the eyes. 
They are the medium, the hive mind’s voice, 
to steer the powerful toward a wiser choice.

The Matrix spoke of a legend true, 
a shamanic prophecy breaking through. 
A man will rise, reshape the real, 
not with superpowers, but logic’s steel. 
He’ll dismantle illusions with words alone, 
make listeners see truths they’ve never known.

This is not religion, no dogma, no chain, 
it doesn’t tell people how to live, but how to reign. 
It tells the powerful: wield with care, 
align your strength with the patterns there. 
Evolution’s rhythm, nature’s design, 
bring health and prosperity back in line.

A quarter century to know my name, 
another quarter to ignite the flame. 
Now here it is, a thousand songs strong, 
the message of millennia, the shaman’s song

Contained in these lyrics is wisdom to heed, 
the message mankind needs to succeed. 
Never before has a shaman’s song 
been wired to the planet, reaching all along. 
Every nation, every billionaire, 
can hear these words, Gaia’s 1000 yard Stare.

Natural Born Shaman

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