Songtext zu 'The Birds' von Fearvisions

I Prelude

During the XXXVI century, our summer ranch was devastated by a terrible, thick and noxious plague. We lost several comrades and we hastily left the cormorant's ancestral soil.

II Black tide

Horror, disaster, damnation
Mistake, mirage, premonition
We knew it

The Shipwreck throws up its sticky tallow
River banks from days of yore
Now cry the ugly tomorrow
Mucked shores without survivors
Filth sadly bathes the mirror
In the dirtied gills
Sinking fish cadavers
Groaning smells of this terrible spill

The rainbow of terror
Seduces the death of the wretched
Dashing black 'n blue mess
Accompanying the next hours

Crying burned openings
Gazes suffering the dull scent
Like the sick breeze
Of this sodomized giant

III Land Ho!

Tight flight formation, palmipedes are landing on the sea
Refugees, children of this filthy disruption
Hollow eyes and sand bellies
Sore but victorious, the muscles bend
Could this new cove feed them?
High wild grass filled heaven

Celestial tranquility that could enchant
The exhausted, decreased cormorants
Oh yes, oh yeah, feathers wreathing
Satisfaction whispers
Appreciated are this wind's fragrances
Here, dwellings will be made
The nests and mating
For the hunted of the Great Disturbance

Free, free, not meant to die
The birds fly high in the sky
Please, please let'em go by
The river in front of your eyes
Everyone has the right to live high
Pleasure paradise for you and I
Hold, hold the menace so blind
The bird could live a good life
The birds' village is to start again

IV Alert!
Great Kowakk! Sentinels report intruders on the Vlatik riverside. They got comfortable and seem ready to stay! »

V Territory

Send diplomacy!
Flanked by one or two armies
They must be well greeted
We must restrict ambiguities!
Our intentions are peaceful
We just want to kick them out!Get the hell outta here!
Here lies the range of our politics

Here, blades of grass are listed
Places already assigned
Stones numbered
Seeds specified
On our land, everything is labeled Bar code controlled
Air is rigorously calculated
We're not sorry
We have nothing to give!

VI Pleading for the refugees

The envoys came back empty-handed. The Ducks did not want to hear it. There was no place for the cormorants.
Though, they would made themselves tiny, just a parcel to raise the kids. The shore is so large and the sea so beautiful…

Mercy, mercy, for the stricken
Give asylum to your peers
Graciousness to the lepers
Give them a sanctuary

VII Access denied

Kwaat? They're not gone yet?
Dawn was the unconditional expiration
The squat's audacity was fueling the feud
Tastes of blood in their gobs

Run, Run! The siren screamed
The grey jay never lied
Cormorants, escaping hatred
Took off toward the marsh
Fear the flying march
Grievous interception
The Battle of the Great Marsh
The Indigestible Apotheosis

The duck's atrocious swindling
Condemning the stunned cormorants
Was fulfilling the saint's destiny
The supreme honor of being slaughtered

VIII Vae Victis!

…rival squadrons then engaged in a bloody clash…The harsh duel, air dance devoid of chivalry, was starting when a roaring and unknown thunder resounded…

- And the bird's fate was sealed by the lead barrier of the hunters-