Verse 1:
Twenty years, the century’s end, a second Restoration’s reign,
Obsessed with numbers, wealth and power, binding us in chains.
Adoration of the dollar, euros in their grasp,
Revolutions declared abominable, their spirit fading fast.
Chorus:
Century, the beast within, clawing at the real,
Dominant opinions reign, making thought surreal.
Century, where rebels rise, but shadows swallow all,
In the dark, we find no peace, only echoes of the fall.
Verse 2:
The poet stands in Russia’s cold, the age begins to break,
Mandelstam’s bitter words, a warning he can’t take.
Arrested by the tyrant’s hand, yet free within his verse,
In the century’s cruel grasp, a blessing or a curse?
Chorus:
Century, the beast within, clawing at the real,
Dominant opinions reign, making thought surreal.
Century, where rebels rise, but shadows swallow all,
In the dark, we find no peace, only echoes of the fall.
Bridge:
New world promised, yet so far, when will it arrive?
In the war of totality, only fragments can survive.
Brecht in Germany’s despair, seeks a mind purged of myth,
Century, the endless war, where peace is just a rift.
Chorus (repeated, building):
Century, the beast within, clawing at the real,
Dominant opinions reign, making thought surreal.
Century, where rebels rise, but shadows swallow all,
In the dark, we find no peace, only echoes of the fall.
Outro (repeated, fading):
Century… never free…
Century… never free…
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