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From the Nemesis Imperium's self titled debut album
Available for free download at: http://www.reverbnation.com/nemesisimperium

Charles Lupula: vocals
Kleibold Harris: guitar/backing vocals
Camilla Savage : keyboard
John Marzan: drums
Steve Travesty: bass

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"Event Horizon"
Words: Charles Lupula/Music: Charles Lupula, Kleibold Harris

To the victors the spoils, and history's pen
The vanquished forgotten, the winner can pretend
The past is rewritten, as if it never were
Generations pass and the truth comes a blur
It does not matter what happened on the battlefield
It does not matter who was the first to yield
It does not matter except who stood last
History erased at the victor's last laugh

In time respoken, we've stood tall
Defend what is ours, defeated all
They came in ships, with axe and fire
They came to our shores, to by steel acquire
It did not matter to what gods they would bend
It did not matter what their prophets would portend
In the end they would scatter, no history to pretend
They all left the same, their ambitions at end

Still, they would continue to come
To try to take what was ours
Ours by birth and ours by right, the first blood carried in our veins
They would continue to come
To rape what was ours
The faces would change, but the goal was the same, to plant their flags in our domain

None could defeat us
But conflict was ceaseless
Then a weapon egregious
The hand of their deity
A blind god of chaos
His seed contagious
His disciples rapacious
Aroused by hostility
This was not men
But an invisible hand
To which could not defend
To fight it futility
spreading like flame
This death without name
In seizures they came

One by one our brothers grew tired
One by one our sisters expired
One by one our hope turned dire
One by one we watched helpless
As the fever would take them all

Like vultures
They picked at what was left
Bringing with them death
Riding their god's breath
Taking all we kept

With guns and steel and bounties high
They marched us West, so many more of us died
With numbers depleted, we still fought back
Decimated and beaten, pride we did not lack

But they picked at what was left
Bringing us only death
With more of their god's breath
Taking all we kept

Converted at gunpoint, they killed our way
With germs and cross, they stole the day
We became trophies and they became myth
To the victors the spoils and we are dismissed

And they'll teach their children that they were just stronger
With superior technology, we could hold no longer
Their god's invisible hand forgotten
The truth a corpse that grows more rotten

And they will continue to come
To try to take what was ours
Ours by birth and ours by right, the first blood carried in our veins
They will continue to come
They've raped what was ours
The faces have changed, but the goal is the same, to plant a flag in history's domain


2012, Everybody's Dead Music, BMI