Abuse

Band: H.A.H.S. (Heaven And Hell Symphonies)
Song: SYD
Musik: Christoph Hahs
Text: Christoph Hahs

SYD
(C.Hahs)

Last one on earth
going to be insane
last one on earth
if everything will fail

the fight wasn't won
Not, by no one
the battle wasn't fought
Not, by armies

Death came around 
who's going to be saved

to be saved, from death
to be saved, from death

the virus of the world
all man got insane
insane

Going down
the world is
going down
this is the symphony
of death and destruction
for all mankind

Which is the way
which will be save
when we are gone
who's going to be saved

to be saved, from death
to be saved, from death

Going down
the world is
going down
this is the symphony
of death and destruction
for all mankind

Life and death
holds the key
of the worlds destiny

Life and death
holds the key
of the worlds destiny

of the worlds destiny
of the worlds symphony

First one on earth
has the chance to change
but if the action fails
who's going to be saved

to be saved, from death
to be saved, from death

Going down
the world is
going down
this is the symphony
of death and destruction
for all mankind

No Time Like Yesterday

Song origin: 

Sir Black’s face went mik-pale as he exited his time machine into a new dimension. 
“Why is this time machine broken and sending me to other dimensions?” he asked, scratching his head.
A dismember voice from a dark hall creeped in saying, “Yeeowser, sur! We thinks youssa torn between Earths.”
Sir Black spun a circle. “Who said that?”
“Tee Hee. Tee Hee…” replied the same incourprial voice.
Sir Black’s breaths quickened and his voice shook. “Who are you? Show yourself.”
“I am a splinter. A shadow on the wall. The dark abysmal shadow swarming from the hall.” the creeping voice said.
“I have a knife,” Sir Black warned.
“Oh, sweet little girl, I can not save you from your pain. Bear me no ill will for I cannot save me just the same. Ooowee! I says, I cane not… no sur-reee I cane not save yuhhhhs!”
Sir Black’s brow furrowed. “Who are you calling a little girl? I'm a grown ass man, my good sir.”
“Whhaaaahhhhtttt?” howled the voice. “No. no. no. Not again. Bleak nightmares! An ode to something I once adored.”
“Haunted voice of this torn between Earths, you be too vague and nebulous.” Sir Black said.
“Bleak nightmares,” the voice said again. “An ode to something I held before.”
“Tell me please, who are you?” Sir Black begged with folded hands.
“Oh, yousa want our name sur? Yousa want to know? Foul intrusion of meat and blood and other moistness wants our name?” the agitated voice asked. “I am nightmare Governor Urth.”
“Stay away. This is the last knife!” Sir Black replied. 
“Wait. Did you say the ‘last’ knife?” the voice asked.
“I did.”
“Eeeek!” The fleeing voice trailed down the hall. As it faded, a clank of tin smacked upon the floor. It rattled to a soft silence. Sir Black walked to the shiny round object and held it to the dim light. Upon it read, master reel of Blackurth the imfamous industrial metal band's, You Creep In.
Sir Black rushed to his time machine and quickly disappeared. 

Song lyrics: 

You creep in blood-shot eyes.
You creep in, but this is the last knife.
You creep in slither slide.
You creep in, but this is the last knife.
Splinter is the shadow crawling on the walls.
The dark abysmal shadow’s swarming from the halls.
Sweet little girl, I cannot save you from your pain.
Bear me no ill will, for I can’t save me just the same.
Sweet little girl, I cannot save you from your pain.
Promise me that you will not save me from my pain.
Bleak nightmares. An ode to something I once adored.
Bleak nightmares. An ode to something I held before.

You creep In

In a little meadow by the forest, the birds, insects, animals and trees celebrate being so alive all the time. And in the middle of the song, one little perky bird lovably sings with abandon(slide whistle.)

Melodica, silver flute, penny whistle, boatswain's pipe, slide whistle, double shepherd's flute, double wind wand, tremolo harmonica, midi, knees, claves, wah wah tube.

Meadow Dance

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Bird Party!

Empty

Lyrics:

Desolate isolation
To neither see or feel the light
Or to see humanity
Darkness beckons
Calling me from a distance

Walls built to keep out 
Now serve to keep in
Controlled by the chaos
Restrained in this cage

Solitude 
State of regression
To feel the madness taking over
And lose your sense
Of reality and time
Trapped in this prison of my mind 

Walls built to keep out
Now serve to keep in
Controlled by the chaos
Confined to this cage

No sign of hope
Sinking in depths of despair
Deafened by silence
Strangled by crippling anxiety
Sleep will not come
Caught in the throes of restlessness
There is no relief in existence
The only solution is permanent

The death toll rises
The virus keeps on spreading
The air no longer safe to breathe
Inhale the deadly contaminates 
Mass graves are dug
Filled up with Truckloads of corpses
Still contagious even in death
There can be no salvation

The plague has come
To claim it’s countless victims
Leaving destruction 
Complete devastation

Quarantine

Coronapocalypse

Quarantine

The Fortune Of Nothing

Lyrics:

Escaping reality
Entering the void
I should not be here

Forced to watch
Their twisted faces
They are haunting me
Disfigured and unholy
But so real
Please get me out of here

Forced to suffer
With no way out
I try to see but everything is hidden
Behind a darkened mask
Why am i trapped here

I am stuck
Inside this hell, a twisted version of reality
I fear i will never wake up
The void keeps taunting me
Please make it stop i cannot take it i am losing control

Empty

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