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SILO

Back in the great factory hall the rabble is calling for revolution. Our hero feels the pressure of leading the revolt. The crowd suddenly breaks into a pulsating engine, driving their anger to frenzy with dance and battering colored lights.


M

Great friends tied upon the ligatures that bind even the great man
Of signs which march based nothing like the simpleness we were taught when young
Faced with fallen and broken down deeds
Rage rains
That’s what I find every single breathing day

The question isn’t there
Seize upon the serenade who cares
All the bees to the fragrant station
Might have been a home
Might have been another nation
In spite of it all
I sit in a ring
The misery of this thing
The impurity of the game

THE RABBLE

Strike in purity
Through strength
Sun rise
The fire
The sky
Be rock
Say stay past see not
See see see not
Be not

M

Looking into the face of evil
Isn’t it just the same thing as what we do when we snuff the innocent
Just as if we slaughtered our own mother
And when those left standing are victorious and have the privilege of writing the history
And demanding their dogma
Is that really a peace worth a life

THE RABBLE

The game through strength
Sunrise the fire

M

I think this question is at an end
Should anybody really care
That silver light exposes guilt
Purgatory is the solemn kiss
That says goodbye to honored bliss

THE RABBLE

In truth it is in truth
Follow rays hollow end
Feast thy feast
Be not saved fast the net

M

A blood sport now
And wrest it from the angry chains
Be one against the cries of those whose hernia of greed is unwinding
Carry into the day your lust for swords and venom waiting
Deliver them your progeny faster and faster
Become their crying evolution
Giving them fuel, making them masters

Beyond the false diamond are not even pale crystals, but heaps of breathing molten coal
Wrested from your savage coil
Beckoning with silver voice
Duping you out of every holy breath
Deceiving you with their holy holy might

You take no sins for their delight
You take the fire that generates air
You take the world that lives above
You take the sun, you take the day
Of signs which march
Rage rains
Seize upon the serenade
To the fragrant station
Only those left standing are victorious

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from Many Fine Dragons, released February 6, 2017

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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

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