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Buy our music here: Do you want to dive deeper into our universe? Then subscribe our newsletter and get three songs and a deeper introduction into our music for free: Ideas and Concept: Janika Groß, Rainer “ZIPP“ Fränzen, Frank Schumacher Produced by: Rainer “ZIPP“ Fränzen () Camera: Rainer “ZIPP“ Fränzen Hair & Make-Up: Anja Hartung (band play), Claudia Koch (battle field), Janika Groß (chess game) Music composed by: Janika Groß Music produced and mastered by: Joost van den Broek (Sandlane Recording Facilities) Appearance: molllust: Janika Groß | Vocals Frank Schumacher | Guitar, Vocals Lisa Hellmich | First Violin Julian Jönck | Guitar Simon Johanning | Bass Guitar Andrea Zannin | Drums You also see: Salome Khomasuridze | Second Violin Max Müller | Contrabass Frank Schumacher, Julian Jönck - chess players Janika Groß - mourning woman - Mars Davina Jänsch, Nina Zorbach, Fabian Marmor, Philipp Schneider, Niklas Stein, Frank Schumacher, Julian Jönck - corpses/dying fighters Filmed at: Hellraiser Leipzig, Alte Menage Müsen, a hill in Hilchenbach You also hear: Manuel Toc - second violin Anne Eberlein - viola Alejandro Barria - cello Imki Niemeier - doublebass Frank Schumacher - e-bass Janika Groß, Cosima Heinz, Süntje Kozlowski, Eva Morlang, Amelie Rex, Frank Schumacher, Simon Johanning, Julius Sattler, Mario Hartwig, Albian Shoshi, Leonard Kutzera, Tobias Klenke, Ferdinand Jurczok - choir vocals Janika Groß, Julian Jönck - orchestration Lyrics The game is over. A war grimly arises. To blood the moon turns, the dark obscures the sun's fading light. Soldiers fight and die for delusions of grandeur. Ruthless maniacs lead them, disguised as saviours. None can be the winner, we all will lose instead. It's too late to turn back, to change and to regret. Aah. Aah. The game is over, over. Our past sins have caught up dreams end up in debris and smoke. God Mars reigns, no way to escape his forces, we failed to calm him, to soothe us and finally bring mankind global peace. Will we ever overcome our hatred? Will we ever learn to live in peace? Will the morning sun shine on our children? Or will our light of life just cease? The game is over. The war grimly arises. The greed has been sowing. The hate is reaping mercilessly. Millions pay the price for our endless, shoreless greed. With distrust we implant the war’s maledict seed. There is but one earth. How dare we waste this unique gift? Stones are silent carvings of the life once lived. Aah. The game is over, over. Forgotten our culture and wasted our talents and gifts. God Mars reigns, no way to escape his forces, we failed to calm him, to soothe us and finally bring mankind global peace. Will our children play amidst the flowers? Will they evolve without shedding blood? Buds can't blossom when their heads are cut! The game is over. Just hate and ire remain. Our blood turns the rivers red, our tears will tell our story of pain. Let's hope whoever succeeds us will be wiser and see how great life could be without the reign of Mars, without senseless deaths, without war, hate and greed, without senseless deaths and without Mars, without war! opera metal, symphonic metal, neoclassical metal, string metal, epic metal, melodic metal, gothic metal, female fronted metal, mollust, mollusk, metal cello, metal violin, metal soprano
