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AgathodaImon - Ne Cheama Pamîntul

Album Name:Higher Art Of Rebellion
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La voi cobor acuma, voi suflete-amagite

Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, spirite-ametite

Blestemul îl invoc

Blestemul mizantropic, cu vînata lui gheara

Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara

Cu fierul ars în foc...

O, fiarba-va mîndria în vinele stocite,

În ochii stinsi de moarte, pe frunti învinetite

De sînge putrezit

Ce am de-alege oare în seaca-va fiinta?

Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi minta

O, oameni morti de vii

Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa reînvie

Cum murmura trecutul cu glas de batalie

Poporului Roman

Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu zale ferecate

Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de departe

Un Cesar, un Traian

Cad putredele tronuri în marea de urgie

Se sfarma deodata cu lantul de sclavie

Si sceptrele de fier

În doua parti Infernul portalele-si deschide

Spre-a-ncapea cu mia rasufletele hîde

Tiranilor ce pier

O, sfinte firi vizionare

Ce faceati (valul sa cînte, ce puneati) steaua sa cînte(zboare)

Ce creati o alta lume pe asta lume de noroi

(Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,)

Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina

Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dînsa sîntem noi.

[Chorus:]

Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul care cata
În inima-omenirii de viata dezbracata

Un stîrv spre-a-l sfîsia...

[English translation: 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
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