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Iron horses burn the land |
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Iron eagles sky attack |
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The dogs of war, now are loose |
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To devour through their pass |
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Rain of fire, metal storm |
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A roar of winds takes away our souls |
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Carve my stone, carve my name |
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To the hires of flesh |
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Among the thorns |
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I lay ...and |
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I listen the war symphony |
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My last ode of ecstasy |
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The orchestra plays dark melodies as |
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I fall in endless sleep |
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When the wicked are confunded, |
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Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, |
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Call me, with |
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Thy Saints surrounded. |
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Low I kneel, with heart submission! |
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See, like ashes my contrition! |
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Help me in my last condition! ...and |
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I listen the war symphony |
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My last ode of ecstasy |
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The orchestra plays dark melodies as |
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I sink in bottomeless seas "Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis: Voca me cum benedictis. Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis: Gere curam mei finis". "We are like certain rickety guitars Whenever the wind passes through, it sets Astir our verses and their dissonant sounds From the slack strings that dangle down Like watch chains We are like certain incredible antennae That with long finger reach into the void As on their tips the infinite resounds But quickly they shall snap and trumble down" [Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis] [translation by Kimon Friar] |
