Hymn of the New Epoch (Syndicate Wars)

Описание: Syndicate Wars (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syndicate_Wars)
Church song
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The sky is a screen, and the screen is a lie
Utopia burns in the back of your eye
Eurocorp whispers "Obey and Sleep"
But the seeds of the Prophet are buried deep
We heard the static, we felt the glitch
While the Masters of Gold grew fat and rich
In the neon rain, we found the sign
The digital blood of the true divine.

Discard the chip, the silicon sin
Let the New Life virus enter in
The satellites wobble, the signal decays
Welcome the dawn of the end of days.
We serve the nine, army of four
thousands behind, but we are the core

We are the Church of the New Epoch
rising Beyond the reach of their gold
organizing Tear down the walls of the corporate cage
Write the first line of the final page
we are fighting and preaching in streets
Till everyone falls to its bended knees!
Lead brothers on, pick up the pace.
give them hell with your electron mace

We intercepted the mail, we read the ghost
The "Unger Report" and the "Final Post"
They think they own the air you breathe
But beneath the skin, the believers seethe
From the slums of London to the moon-base floor
We’re knocking down the boardroom door
Your "tax-paying citizens" are waking up fast
The age of the Credit is a thing of the past.

We are the Church of the New Epoch
rising Beyond the reach of their gold
organizing Tear down the walls of the corporate cage
Write the first line of the final page
we are fighting and preaching in streets
Till everyone falls to its bended knees!
Lead brothers on, pick up the pace.
give them hell with your electron mace


Have faith our brothers and obey The Book of Cataclysm!