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Feb 2026
KLEWOLAND
ÆTHERION Saga
Entdecke die erzählerische Kraft der ÆTHERION Saga zwischen Rock/Metal und cineastischem Sounddesign. Musik wie Kapitel – Geschichten wie Welten.
Song Lyrics
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You wrap yourself in flags and scripture lines,
Talk about freedom like it’s still alive.
But every time a child hits the ground,
You offer silence dressed up as sound.
You swear it’s “safety”, you swear it’s “law”,
While bodies stack up behind your words of straw.
If prayers could stop a bullet’s run,
There wouldn’t be so many tiny coffins, son.
Pre-Chorus
You didn’t fail by accident,
You chose this road again and again.
Chorus (direct, accusatory)
This ain’t the land of the free,
It’s a shooting range with a broken creed.
Built on lies and loaded guns,
Where profit speaks and mercy runs.
You call it order, you call it rule—
I call it blood paid out by fools.
Verse 2 (angrier, naming the lie)
You said “small government”, you said “rights”,
Now armored men patrol the night.
You fear your people, you arm the state,
Then blame the dead for their own fate.
“Just comply” carved into stone,
Right next to “liberty” on a government loan.
You don’t protect, you don’t defend,
You escalate and call it the end.
This ain’t the land of the free,
It’s fear with a badge and a TV screen.
Built on lies and loaded guns,
Selling chaos one speech at a time.
You preach about God, you preach about fate—
But you cash the checks while the nation breaks.
You don’t love this country, you love control,
You love the power, you love the role.
You wave the flag while you empty the store,
Selling the future to settle a score.
Truth is the enemy, lies are the tool,
And cruelty’s the only thing you rule.
You couldn’t stop the killers in the schools,
Now you send killers to enforce your rules.
You call dissent a threat to peace,
While freedom dies by degrees.
History’s watching, write it down:
This wasn’t chaos, this was allowed.
Every vote, every lie you spun,
Another name carved into stone.
Don’t call it the land of the free,
Not while fear is official policy.
Not while children pay the price,
For your greed, your power, your lies.
This ain’t security, this ain’t fate—
This is a government that chose hate.
Empires don’t fall from foreign ground,
They rot inside while waving crowns.
And when the truth finally gets its say,
It won’t be kind to you—
No matter how loud you prayed.
Talk about freedom like it’s still alive.
But every time a child hits the ground,
You offer silence dressed up as sound.
You swear it’s “safety”, you swear it’s “law”,
While bodies stack up behind your words of straw.
If prayers could stop a bullet’s run,
There wouldn’t be so many tiny coffins, son.
Pre-Chorus
You didn’t fail by accident,
You chose this road again and again.
Chorus (direct, accusatory)
This ain’t the land of the free,
It’s a shooting range with a broken creed.
Built on lies and loaded guns,
Where profit speaks and mercy runs.
You call it order, you call it rule—
I call it blood paid out by fools.
Verse 2 (angrier, naming the lie)
You said “small government”, you said “rights”,
Now armored men patrol the night.
You fear your people, you arm the state,
Then blame the dead for their own fate.
“Just comply” carved into stone,
Right next to “liberty” on a government loan.
You don’t protect, you don’t defend,
You escalate and call it the end.
This ain’t the land of the free,
It’s fear with a badge and a TV screen.
Built on lies and loaded guns,
Selling chaos one speech at a time.
You preach about God, you preach about fate—
But you cash the checks while the nation breaks.
You don’t love this country, you love control,
You love the power, you love the role.
You wave the flag while you empty the store,
Selling the future to settle a score.
Truth is the enemy, lies are the tool,
And cruelty’s the only thing you rule.
You couldn’t stop the killers in the schools,
Now you send killers to enforce your rules.
You call dissent a threat to peace,
While freedom dies by degrees.
History’s watching, write it down:
This wasn’t chaos, this was allowed.
Every vote, every lie you spun,
Another name carved into stone.
Don’t call it the land of the free,
Not while fear is official policy.
Not while children pay the price,
For your greed, your power, your lies.
This ain’t security, this ain’t fate—
This is a government that chose hate.
Empires don’t fall from foreign ground,
They rot inside while waving crowns.
And when the truth finally gets its say,
It won’t be kind to you—
No matter how loud you prayed.