Ne Cheama Pamintul

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Agathodaimon

альбомы: Higher Art of Rebellion

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[English translate: Earth Summoning Us]

to you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls.
and to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,
the curse I shall invoke
the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, instead of cattlebrand
with iron burnt in fire

in vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
by putrid blood that died
what can I ever chose from your exhausted entity
no fires free from dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you dead men walking

see, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrect
alike the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry
of the roman empire
see the far-off shadows, they dress in steely armour
and raise their noble foreheads that gone grey
great traian and great cesar

the rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
together are now crushed
the gates of the inferno outrageously wide-opened
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of tyrants grim who perish

oh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing...
who create another world on this realms of mud and grime
fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light
all is dust, the world's like this, and so we all are

So I go down to you, deceived souls
To burn your grief, you are unhappy spirits
Curse prize.
Suppose, as a red-hot iron branding cattle,
Smashing my anger will burn bloody claw
Brand on your forehead.

Oh, that anger as a hot key playing,
In burned your veins blood boiled alive,
Let him for a moment!
Living corpses! That you can carry away the deed?
What a thought il dwindling sense of spirit was troubled,
To a flame in you appeared?

See - ashes revived, since broken urn
Sound old clique belligerently and violently -
Rome then spoke.
The shadow of the great men stand ready to fight,
Trojan and Julius Caesar crowned head
Come out of the graves.

Break the chains of slavery, broken crown.
Hour had come! In a sea of anger and scepters and thrones
Rampant flying.
Clearwisdom people get up from sleep vospryanuv,
And stinking little soul overthrow tyrants
Meets howling hell.

So Farewell, holy, I bow to you, dreamer,
What in the waves looking for songs that ruled the starry choir
Of empty and dirty life tricked gentle ringing
We all turns to dust, our bodies, our meal.
Geniuses, fools, majesty, meanness, light, soul and sounds -
All just ashes. Just as I have it, - this world. And we - as he did.

And at the heart of humanity, where all the dead and stinking,
I, like a kite, look out for carrion avidly
Haste to devour her.

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