No Self To Sue

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This is my vision of death, hate, pain and love; the sound of my favourite Metal-, Punk- and Hardcore-Bands from the 90s merged with the feelings I had during all the battles I fought.

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released May 4, 2015

Sascha Pratnekar

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Track Name: Earthly Paradise
Instrumental
Track Name: Empty Day
Prologue from Earthly Paradise by William Morris, 1868

1. Verse
Of heaven or hell I have no power to sing,
I cannot ease your burden of fears,
Or make quick-coming death a little thing,
Or return the pleasure of past years,
Nor for my words shall you forget your tears,
Or hope again for aught that I can say,
The idle singer of an empty day.

Prechorus
But rather, when aweary of your mirth,
From full hearts sigh unsatisfied
And, feeling kindly unto all the earth,
Grudge every minute as it passes by,
Made the more mindful that the sweet days die -
Remember me a little then I pray,
The idle singer of an empty day.

Chorus
So let me sing of names remembered,
Because they, living not, can never be dead,
Or long time take their memory quite away
From us poor singers of an empty day

2. Verse
Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive set the bend straight?
Let it suffice me that my rhyme
Beats with light wing against the ivory gate,
Telling a tale not importunate
To those who in the sleepy region stay,
Lulled by the singer of an empty day.

Prechorus
But rather, when aweary of your mirth,
From full hearts still unsatisfied,
And, feeling kindly unto all the earth,
Grudge every minute as it passes by,
Made the more mindful that the sweet days die -
Remember me a little than I pray,
The idle singer of an empty day.

Chorus
So let me sing of names remembered,
Because they, living not, can never be dead,
Or long time take their memory quite away
From us poor singers of an empty day

3. Verse
Folk say, a wizard to a northern king
such wondrous things did show,
That through the window men beheld the spring,
And through another saw the summer glow,
And through a third the fruited vines a-row,
While still, unheard, but in its wonted way
Piped the drear wind of that December day -
An empty day

So with this Earthly Paradise it is,
Who built a shadowy isle of bliss,
Whose ravening monsters mighty men shall slay,
Not the poor singer of an empty day.
Track Name: The Fairie's Siege
Rudyrad Kipling, 1901

1. Verse
I have been given my charge to keep -
Well have I kept the same!
Playing with strife most of my life,
But this is a different game.
I`ll not fight against swords unseen,
Or spears I cannot view

Chorus
Hand him the keys of the place on your knees -
`Tis the Dreamer
Hand him the keys of the place on your knees -
`Tis the Dreamer

2. Verse
Ask him his terms and accept at once.
Quick, ere we anger him, go!
Never before have I flinched from the guns,
But this is a different show.
I`ll not fight against swords unseen,
Or spears I cannot view

Chorus
Hand him the keys of the place on your knees -
`Tis the Dreamer
Hand him the keys of the place on your knees -
`Tis the Dreamer

Postchorus
I`ll not fight with the Herald of God
I know what his Master can do!
Open the gate, he must enter in state,
`Tis the Dreamer whose dreams come true!

3. Verse
I`d not give way for an Emperor,
I`d hold my road for a King -
To the Triple Crown I would not bow down -
But this is a different thing
I`ll not fight with powers of Air,
Sentry, pass him through!
Drawbridge let fall, `tis the Lord of us all,
The Dreamer whose dreams come true!

I`d not give way for an Emperor,
I`d hold my road for a King -
To the Triple Crown I would not bow down -
But this is a different thing
I`ll not fight against swords unseen,
Or spears I cannot view
I`ll not fight with the Herald of God
I know what his Master can do!
`tis the Lord of us all, the Lord of us all,
The Dreamer whose dreams come true!
Track Name: Into Battle
Julian Grenfell, 1915

To arms – Fight!

1. Verse
The fighting man shall from the sun
Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth;
Speed with the light-foot winds to run,
And with the trees to newer birth;

2. Verse
The woodland trees that stand together,
They stay to him each one a friend;
They gently speak in windy weather;
They guide to valley and ridge`s end.

Chorus
The blackbird sings to him, “Brother, Brother,
if this be the last song you shall sing,
sing well, for you may not sing another;
Sing Brother, sing brother, sing.”

Fire!

3. Verse
All the bright company of heaven
Hold him in their high comradeship
The Dog-star, and the Sister Seven,
Orion`s Belt and sworded hip.

4. Verse
The kestrel hovering by day,
And the little owls that call by night,
Bid him be swift and keen as they,
As keen of ear, as swift of sight.


In dreary, doubtful, waiting hours,
before the brazen frenzy starts,
The horses show him nobler powers;
O patient eyes, courageous hearts!

Attack!
Track Name: Final Stand
Into Battle by Julian Grenfell 1915, Macpherson`s Farewell by Robert Burns 1788, Fey from The Battle of Otterbourne by Anon

1. Verse
All life is colour and warmth and light,
And a striving evermore for these;
And he is dead who will not fight;
And who dies fighting has increase.

Chorus
Outcasts united
impatient to fight
Brave hearts
Outnumbered
on glory or death

2. Verse
And when the burning moment breaks,
And all things else are out of mind,
And only joy of battle takes
Him by the throat and makes him blind,

3. Verse
Through joy and blindness he shall know,
Not caring much to know, that still
Nor lead, nor steel shall reach him, so
That it be not the Destined Will.

4. Verse
The thundering line of battle stands,
And in the air death moans and sings;
But day shall clasp him with strong hands,
And night shall fold him in soft wings.

this is more than battle – it`s my religion

Ignite the fire in my heart
Ignite the fire in my eyes
day shall clasp me with strong hands,
and night shall fold me in soft wings.

5. Verse
Now farewell light – thou sunshine bright
And all beneath the sky!
May coward shame disdain his name
The wretch that dares not to die.

But I hae dream`d a dreary dream,
Beyont the Isle of Skye;
I saw a dead man win a fight,
And I think that man was I.
Track Name: No Self To Sue
Thomas Lovell Beddoes, 1851

1. Verse
If there were dream to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life`s fresh crown
Only a rose-leave down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Mary and sad to tell,
And a crier rung the bell,
What would you buy,
If there were dreams to sell?

2. Verse
A cottage lone and still,
With bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die.
Such pearl from Live`s fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down.
Were dreams to have at will,
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy.

3. Verse
But there were dreams to sell
Ill didst thou buy;
Life is a dream, they tell,
Waking, to die.
Dreaming a dream to prize,
Is wishing ghosts to rise:
And, if I had the spell
To call the buried well,
Which one would I?

4. Verse
If there are ghosts to raise,
What shall I call,
Out of hell`s murky haze,
Heaven`s blue pall?
Raise my loved long-lost boy
To lead me to his joy.
There are no ghosts to raise;
Out of death leads no ways;
Vain is the call.
Track Name: No Ghost To Sue
Thomas Lovell Beddoes, 1851

3. Verse
But there were dreams to sell
Ill didst thou buy;
Life is a dream, they tell,
Waking, to die.
Dreaming a dream to prize,
Is wishing ghosts to rise:
And, if I had the spell
To call the buried well,
Which one would I?

4. Verse
If there are ghosts to raise,
What shall I call,
Out of hell`s murky haze,
Heaven`s blue pall?
Raise my loved long-lost boy
To lead me to his joy.
There are no ghosts to raise;
Out of death leads no ways;
Vain is the call.

5. Verse
Know`st thou not ghost to sue?
No love thou hast.
Else lie, as I will do,
And breathe thy last.
So out of Live`s fresh crown
Fall like a rose-leave down.
Thus are the ghosts to woo;
thus are all dreams made true,
Ever to last!