Orders From The Dead

Rotting Christ

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    The world is going up in flames
    The world is going up in flames
    The world is going up in flames
    But these flames are not new to our dead

    Our dead did cry their final prayer in those flames
    Our dead did sing their last lullaby in those flames
    Our dead prayed to our infidelity God in those flames
    Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother in those flames

    Της είπα μάνα, μην σκιάζεσαι
    Θα γυρίσουμε
    Έχε γεια, μάνα!

    The world is going up in flames
    Our world clawed their children close in
    The world is going up in flames

    Τα παιδιά μου καλέ!
    Μην είδατε τα παιδιά μου; Για όνομα του Θεού!
    Ωχ, μου τα πήρανε, και τι να θέλω τη ζωή; Τα παιδιά μου!
    Τα παιδιά μου!
    Βαζει μια τρεχάλα για την θάλασσα, πέφτει και πνίγεται

    Our dead watched their daughters butchered
    Raped and beaten in the still-burning of those flames
    Our dead watched an ax remove their mother's skull
    And crown a wooden spit
    In the continuous burning of those flames

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    Our dead watched while Chrysotomos eyes and tongue were pulled out
    Teeth and fingers broken, one by one
    In the laughing and the cheering of those flames
    (Flames, flames, flames, flames, flames)

    Αρπάξανε από την τετράδα μας
    του σκίσανε την κοιλιά με μια μαχαιριά
    τον βάλανε και βάδισε, κρατώντας τ'άντερά του στα χέρια

    Our dead watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
    And scream with melting skin
    The world is going up in flames
    The world which is going up in flames

    Για όνομα του Χριστού!
    Μην μας αφήσετε!
    Έχουμε μωρά μαζί μας, έχουμε γερόντους, κορίτσια
    Είστε υπεύθυνοι!
    Νάυαρχε, νάυαρχε, Φωτιά!
    Φωτιά!

    Our dead were dragged in marches
    Through the desert sun
    For weeks until the sun burned out their lungs
    And when the flames turned inside-out their mouths and ripped apart their lips
    We heard their final prayer
    Lord God, have mercy, please, upon our souls!

    Μας προδώσανε!
    Μας ξεπουλήσανε!
    Π'ανάθεμά τους!
    Νάυαρχε, τι κάνεις; Νάυαρχε, σώστε μας!
    Φωτιά!
    Φωτιά!

    They saw the world is going up in flames
    Buried, not yet dead inside the pits
    Engraved: Giaoure, Infideli
    Our God has chosen you to die

    Γονάτισε κάτω!
    Και γονατίζει
    Ξεγυμνώσου!
    Και ξεγυμνώνεται
    Ανοιχτά τα σκέλια σου!
    Και τα ανοίγει
    Χόρεψε!
    Και χορεύει
    Φτύσε την τιμή σου και την πατρίδα σου!
    Και φτύνει
    Απαρνήσου την πίστη σου!
    Και την απαρνιέται
    Και την απαρνιέται

    And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
    This is my grave, my holy bed
    You cannot take it
    You cannot erase my name
    You cannot erase our dead
    You cannot erase the dead
    Because we have been ordered now
    To list their names, their numbers
    To give their date of birth, their earthly city
    Their father's name, the sweetness of their mother's eyes
    Goodbye
    Goodbye
    Goodbye
    Goodbye

    But I have orders from the Dead that warn me
    Do not forget me
    My blood will fill the air you breathe forever
    My deathbird is not dead
    He carries all my teeth
    My smile of unforgetfulness
    My laugh
    Βρυκόλακα!

    I am the man unburied
    Who cannot sleep in forty pieces!
    I am the girl dismembered and unblessed
    I am the open mouth that drags your flesh and that can never rest

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    Composición: Diamanda Galás

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