Text:
(Intro – sphärisch, ruhig)
Beneath the waves, in rust and stone,
A voice from time we’ve never known.
Gears asleep for two millennia,
They woke again in Antikythera.

(Verse 1)
1901 – a storm, a dive,
A shipwreck deep, but hope alive.
Sponges found more than the sea had claimed,
A box of bronze, without a name.

Corroded gears and cryptic scale,
A mystery that would prevail.
What mind could craft with such finesse,
A map of stars in metal dress?

(Pre-Chorus)
It told of moons and solar paths,
Eclipses, phases – ancient maths.
Olympic games and rising stars,
Jupiter's dance, Venus from afar.

(Chorus)
Antikythera – ancient mind divine,
Clockwork of the cosmos, far ahead of time.
No alien hands, no tricks, no lies –
Just human thought under Grecian skies.

(Instrumental-Part)

(Verse 2)
Built in Rhodes or Pergamon’s halls,
By genius hands behind lost walls.
Thirty gears in harmony,
Predicting time with symmetry.

(Bridge – instrumentaler Breakdown mit leichten Vocals)
Wind the wheel – let knowledge spin,
What once was lost, returns again.
Archimedes? Hipparchus? None will say –
But their minds still speak today.

(Chorus)
Antikythera – ancient mind divine,
Clockwork of the cosmos, far ahead of time.
No alien hands, no tricks, no lies –
Just human thought under Grecian skies.

(solo)

(Chorus – stärker)
Antikythera – legacy in gears,
A thousand years before its peers.
No gods, no myths – just engineer's art,
Proof that brilliance lived at the start.

(Outro – ruhig, fast flüsternd)
So next you gaze at night’s domain,
Remember minds that charted rain.
Not every wonder is space-born fire –
Some lie beneath, in mud and wire...

The first Time Machine

Text:
(Intro – Gitarrenriff, donnernd)
Whiplash thunder, sky turns red,
Fire in the gears of the time machine bed!
Bang the gate, feel the roar,
Two-thousand years, we're back for more!

(Verse 1)
We hit the dust in 79,
Leather boots and amps in line,
Crowd goes mad, lions roar,
Steel and sweat, ancient war.

(Pre-Chorus)
No stage lights, just the sun,
No encore, just the run,
No mosh pit – it's a death match, son,
Welcome to the Roman fun!

(Chorus)
Blood on the sand, we came to rock,
In a world of blades and killing shock!
Scream for freedom, play it loud,
We’re the thunder from a modern crowd!
Blood on the sand, no time to pray,
We shred like hell in a Roman way!

(Guitar-Solo)

(Verse 2)
The Emperor smiles, thumbs on the edge,
The gladiators swear their pledge.
But we got riffs like sharpened steel,
Make your soul and bones both feel!

(Bridge – mit Solo Guitar solo schreit wie ein Schwertstich,
Drums klingen wie fallende Leiber – wuchtig, episch, lebendig.)

And as the lion comes for me,
I blast one chord – then I’m free!

(Guitar-Solo)

(Final Chorus – doppelt, fetter)
Blood on the sand, from stage to cage,
We rage against the ancient age!
Raise your horns, don't look away,
Rock still rules – even in Pompeii! 

(Outro Fade out mit Reverb, Stimmen der Arena vermischen sich mit E-Gitarren...)

"Time to go boys… before Nero books us for next week!"

Blood on the Sand

Text:
(Verse 1)
You got a text from “Amazon”
Said your account’s been turned off and gone
Click the link, or you’ll lose it all
But wait a second — this feels wrong

They call you up and say they’re the bank
Your card’s been hacked, your balance sank
“Just tell your code, we’ll help you out”
But that’s the moment you should doubt

(Chorus)
Don’t click that link, don’t take that call
They dress it nice — but it’s a fraud
They want your name, they want your soul
Just hang it up and stay in control
The net’s a trap with a friendly face
Don’t let 'em win, don’t leave a trace

(Instrumental-Part)

(Verse 2)
Deepfake voice, it sounds like Mom
Crying “help me” — stay calm, stay strong
Scammers lurking with AI tools
Playing hearts like twisted fools

They fake your boss, your friend, your kin
With grammar wrong and toothy grin
No one’s safe — not rich, not broke
It starts with fear, it ends in smoke

(Bridge – Spoken)
You think you’d never fall for it.
But that’s what everyone says...
Until they do.

(Solo)

(Final Chorus)
Don’t click that link, don’t play their game
They sell you lies and steal your name
Hang up the call, don’t trust the screen
The real world’s not as it seems
Think before you type or talk —
Stay alert and walk the walk

Thunderclouds and Confetti

Text:
(Intro)
High above the desert sand,
A titan rises from the land.
Not a god, but built by men,
To see where space and time began.

(Verse 1)
We’ve watched the skies for centuries,
Through glass and lens and mysteries.
But now we see in sharper light,
The birth of stars, the edge of night.

(Pre-Chorus)
Bigger than a dreamer’s eye,
Sharper than the eagle’s flight,
We reach beyond what we once knew —
And touch the birth of something true.

(Chorus)
This is the eye on the universe,
Peering deep through time's great curse.
From Chile’s mount, it scans the dark,
And leaves a fire, a glowing spark.
A mirror made of cosmic thought,
Reflecting truths we never sought.

(Instrumental-Part)

(Verse 2)
Galaxies swirl in silent grace,
Ghosts of light in endless space.
What came before — what lies ahead?
It whispers back what stars once said.

(Bridge – Instrumental / Spoken Word)
"First light" they call it —
But it's more than light.
It's a glimpse into
everything that was,
and maybe... what we’ll become.

(solo)

(Final Chorus – Voller Energie)
This is the eye on the universe,
A telescope, a sacred verse.
Bigger than James Webb’s design,
Carving deep in space and time.
From Earth we watch the heavens glow —
With every frame, more truth we know.

Eye on the Universe

Text:
(Verse 1)
We used to hunt under open skies,
Fire in our eyes, survival in our cries.
From caves to plates, it’s evolution’s chain,
But every bite brings a whisper of pain.

(Pre-Chorus)
I feel the echo of the life I take,
No easy answers on the path I make.
You say it’s cruel, I say it’s true,
But don’t forget, I see it too.

(Chorus)
Meat and mercy, it’s a heavy knife,
I eat for hunger, not for strife.
Don’t preach your truth like it’s the only light,
We’re all just trying to do what we think is right.

(instrumental-part)

(Verse 2)
I tried the plant, the fake, the grain,
It’s fine a while, but it don’t feel the same.
I bless my meal with a silent nod,
I’m not a monster, just flawed by God.

(Bridge)
To the ones who spare, I raise my glass,
For kindness shown as the ages pass.
But hate me not for how I live,
My soul still has a heart to give.

(Guitar-Solo)

(Final Chorus)
Meat and mercy, both live in me,
A contradiction we all can see.
Not black or white, not wrong or right,
Just humans walking through the night.

(Outro – ruhig, akustisch)
Maybe one day I’ll walk your road,
But until then, let’s share the load.
Meat and mercy – let’s keep it real,
Different truths, but the same ideal.

Meat and Mercy

Text:
(Verse 1)
When thunder rolled, she held her cross,
Praying louder with every loss.
The sky on fire, the world would end,
She shook with fear I couldn’t defend.

Rosary beads and whispered doom,
"Don’t look outside, stay in the room."
I was just a child, heart open wide,
But peace was gone, replaced by fright.

(Chorus)
At six, I started doubting
The stories I was told.
How could a loving God
Let the flood take hold?
Two cities burned for what, for who?
My questions grew, my trust withdrew.
At six, I started doubting,
And I’ve never stopped since then.

(Instrumental-Part)

(Verse 2)
She saw crosses in the lightning's glare,
Spoke of wrath floating through the air.
With a Bible forced upon my knees,
I read of vengeance, not of peace.

My brother laughed, said, “Don’t believe,”
That fear they sow’s meant to deceive.
And bit by bit, I found my voice,
Not in their fear, but in my choice.

(Chorus – Repeat)
At six, I started doubting
The stories I was told.
How could a loving God
Be so cruel and cold?
I longed for light, not holy fire,
For love, not wrath, nor blind empire.
At six, I started doubting,
And I still question now and then.

(Guitar-Solo)

(Bridge – soft and thoughtful)
Now I stand through storms with ease,
No panic prayers, no cries for peace.
But somewhere deep, that child remains,
Still chasing truth through lightning’s flames.

(Final Chorus – reflective, slower)
At six, I started doubting,
But doubt can make you brave.
For those who never question
Are the easiest to enslave.
I believe in kindness, not control,
In mercy more than saving souls.
At six, I started doubting –
And somehow, I found me.

(Outro – warm, ruhig, hoffnungsvoll)
Today I’m grateful for those haunted skies,
For trembling hands and whispered lies.
They shaped the eyes through which I see,
And taught me how to truly be.
The past, though heavy, cleared the way—
For understanding, bright as day.

At Six, I Started Doubting

Text:
[Intro – gesprochen, trocken & sarkastisch]
Welcome to the new denial...
Yeah, baby – it's just a warm summer, right?

[Verse 1]
The sun is spittin’ fire, streets start to boil,
My shoes melt to the pavement, blood begins to toil.
Air like a hammer, breathin’ takes a toll,
But they say it’s normal – “Just go for a stroll!”

[Chorus]
Hell on Earth – and they still don’t see,
Sweatin’ lies in a dead oak tree.
Hell on Earth – but they’re stayin’ blind,
They blame the sun, not the human kind!

Hell on Earth ohohohooo
Hell on Earth uh baby

(Guitar-Solo)

[Verse 2]
Mountains burn, rivers dry,
Politicians talk – but never ask why.
No ice for the drink, no breeze for the skin,
Global heatwave, baby, let the madness begin!

[Chorus – Repeat]
Hell on Earth – and it’s gettin' worse,
We're drivin' fast in a cursed hearse.
Hell on Earth – what will it take?
To see the fire ain't just a summer break?

Hell on Earth ohohohooo
Hell on Earth uh baby

[Bridge – aggressive, riff-heavy]
They said it’s fake, they laughed out loud,
Now sweat drips down from every cloud.
You feel it now? You feel the flame?
Still playin' the same old stupid game!

[Guitar-Solo – wild, chaotic, like the planet breaking apart]

[Final Chorus – shout it loud]
Hell on Earth – open your eyes!
This ain’t no fluke, it’s our demise.
Hell on Earth – don’t look away,
It’s burnin’ now – we made it this way!

Hell on Earth ohohohooo
Hell on Earth uh baby
Hell on Earth, Hell on Earth

[Outro – scream fading into feedback]
So turn it up, let the warnings scream...
It’s hot as hell, but still they dream.

Hell on Earth

Text:
[Intro – gesprochen, lässig]
Too many people, too little space...
Too much greed in the landlord's face.
Hear me now…

[Verse 1]
I work all week, still can’t pay the rent,
Every cent I earn already spent.
No palace, no view, just a box in the sky,
While the suits count millions and wave us goodbye.

[Chorus]
Raise the rent? We say no!
Let the housing justice flow.
We need homes, not just cash flow,
Raise your voice, let the landlords know!

(Instrumental-Part)

[Verse 2]
Single mother, pension man,
We all caught in this housing scam.
A roof should be a human right,
Not a playground for investor might.

[Chorus – repeat]
Raise the rent? We say no!
Let the housing justice flow.
Brick by brick, we take it slow,
But the pressure builds – and soon they’ll know!

[Bridge – spoken in rhythm]
Gentrification pushin’ people out,
Empty flats while the rich just scout.
One city, two worlds – can’t you see?
A home should mean dignity.

[Verse 3]
They build for wealth, not for need,
Golden towers, concrete greed.
But we’re still here, and we still fight,
For fairer homes and equal right.

(Guitar-Solo)

[Chorus – final with chorus backing vocals]
Raise the rent? We say no!
Let the housing justice grow.
We need hope, not another blow,
It’s time for change – let the whole world know!

[Outro – soft fade, hopeful]
We rise, we sing, we won’t be moved,
One love, one fight, let justice be proved...

Raise the Rent? We Say No!

Text:
[Verse]
He's out on the street now
Smoking his pipe
His dogs are a-barking at the whole world
He got a big tattoo of a knife on his arm
And it's cut deep
Oh
Man
It's cut deep

[Chorus]
Mr. Blonde's lawn
It's dead as a dog
Mr. Blonde's lawn
It's dead as a dog

(solo)

[Verse]
Well
I went to his door
Said
"I'm looking for a place to stay"
He said
"I got one for ya
But you might not wanna stay"
And I saw the bodies buried underneath his floor
He said
"Well
That's just my kind of decor"

[Chorus]
Mr. Blonde's lawn
It's dead as a dog
Mr. Blonde's lawn
It's dead as a dog

(solo)

[Verse]
He keeps his home warm with a wood stove
He keeps his dogs locked up in the backyard
He makes his music out of the blues
And he says that everybody's singing his song

[Chorus]
Mr. Blonde's lawn
It's dead as a dog
Mr. Blonde's lawn
It's dead as a dog

Mr. Blonde's Lawn

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Mr. Blonde's Lawn

Thomas Brutscher

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