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The Final Call
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Metal
The Final Call was released on April 25, 2025 by Dying Victims Productions as a part of the album Psychodrome
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Release DateApril 25, 2025
LabelDying Victims Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM166

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Venator
Venator
Performer
Hans Huemer
Hans Huemer
Lead Vocals
Anton Holzner
Anton Holzner
Electric Guitar
Stefan Glasner
Stefan Glasner
Electric Bass Guitar
Leon Ehrengruber
Leon Ehrengruber
Electric Guitar
Jakob Steidl
Jakob Steidl
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hans Huemer
Hans Huemer
Songwriter
Anton Holzner
Anton Holzner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Äxxel Stoecker
Äxxel Stoecker
Producer

Lyrics

In a realm where war is only stories for the night
In a realm where war is only there to give you a fright
Well you think there ain't nothing to fear
Those days seem out of range
Though the news of the world that you hear
Show you nothing of change
Another brother going for the kill
Another mother crying in her thrill
Another pact of peace running out of time
Believe the deceiver
Let him throne
And leave this world behind
In a realm where all the leaders gamble for our fate
And the one that portrays your feeder serves you nothing but hate
Well you don't know when they're out to kill
While their anger may grow
There you wait for their asses to chill
'Til they ask for your own
The way to take action
Original to none
The art of religion
Or the questioning of the wrong
Decide what you favor
And who shall be the next
The sense of morality may suddenly seem too complex
Another brother going for the kill
Another mother dying in her thrill
Another pact of peace running out of time
Believe the deceiver
Let him throne
And leave this world behind
You see them here standing, arranged one by one
Awaiting their leaders for they have oh so ever longed
Brothers and sisters, united as one
And blessed be those who are willing to on stick to their guns
The mouth of destruction, it reaches to gnaw
On the heads of the people misremembering their own laws
With purged opposition the player has won
Now the mills of justicia run in favor of the one
A whole land is dying, it's head is outworn
The wise men are lying while their new world's to be born
To turn ones perspective as history's shown
Is no more than child's play, so your garden of ashes can grow
Written by: Anton Holzner, Hans Huemer
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