Haragma Songtext
von Exterior Palnet

This is the adoration
of the first beast ever born
where the doom lies and where the dim-lit shadows crawl
within the wall among the rest
of the vermin—of your kin, that you once called your own

Why, why oh my—my are-you-tired machine
that functions no longer properly

My this, my that—my heavens, sure
this should be talked about
with one single vision, at the gates of death...
What were we talking about?

—
Shisha sidrei mishnah,
Shmonah y′mei milah
—


Dirty hands people
with dirty hands' People′s Republic,
with dirty hands—
A graveyard of many, in the valley of the bureau,
where the reasons, there are plenty

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—
Chamisha chumshei Torah,
Shlosha avot
—

Tierra, mi cuerpo
Agua, mi sangre
Aire, mi aliento
Y fuego, mi espíritu

You need never worry, about a ride—not ever again
You will always travel in style
with no fear of heights, and with power to fly

You wretched mammon, with a whip you...
Guardian to our race, now heed and listen to

Tierra, mi cuerpo
Agua, mi sangre
Aire, mi aliento
Y fuego, mi espíritu


There are people, who live toxic
and die ready, yet there are people
and they have flu

Their descendants, will carry the mark
Haragma—Haragma

And die ready
yet there are people
and they have flu
Their descendants
will carry the mark

Haragma!
Haragma!