Laibach - The Great Divide lyrics
[Laibach - The Great Divide lyrics]
The rising of the century
Did not bring catharsis
The rising of the century
Did not bring salvation
The crack is getting deeper
And the flames are burning higher
Lost and hunted refugees
Are chanting in the circle
The predators of the great divide
Are cutting their throats slicing their guts
And drinking their blood
This world was always fertile
At the root of our tongues
Our tongues were always cut
At the root of our words
We have reached the good and evil
And we didn't speak much
Bloody soil, fertile land
Bloody soil, fertile land
But then we had to leave to go further
Through blistering heat, chasing death
Erasing distance
Devouring time with infinite greed
Now we are here
Speaking to the dead and burning alive
In our ritual songs, the sky is set alight
As though the stars were at war
The desert is burning with cold flames
White astronauts are reflected on the surface
Golden mountains are shining in the distance
This is the black circle and
This is the black cross
This is the dark funeral at midnight
A bloody horizon has consumed the sun
In the machine – 2000 and one
Did not bring catharsis
The rising of the century
Did not bring salvation
The crack is getting deeper
And the flames are burning higher
Lost and hunted refugees
Are chanting in the circle
The predators of the great divide
Are cutting their throats slicing their guts
And drinking their blood
This world was always fertile
At the root of our tongues
Our tongues were always cut
At the root of our words
We have reached the good and evil
And we didn't speak much
Bloody soil, fertile land
Bloody soil, fertile land
But then we had to leave to go further
Through blistering heat, chasing death
Erasing distance
Devouring time with infinite greed
Now we are here
Speaking to the dead and burning alive
In our ritual songs, the sky is set alight
As though the stars were at war
The desert is burning with cold flames
White astronauts are reflected on the surface
Golden mountains are shining in the distance
This is the black circle and
This is the black cross
This is the dark funeral at midnight
A bloody horizon has consumed the sun
In the machine – 2000 and one