THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
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 infidelite God in those flames
Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother
IN THOSE FLAMES
ВЬжей мйб фсечЬлб гйб фз иЬлбууб
рЭцфей кбй рнЯгефбй
OUR dead watched their daughters
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
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
БсрЬобне брь фзн фефсЬдб мбт
Фпхт укЯубне фзн кпйлйЬ ме мйб мбчбйсйЬ
Фпн вЬлбне кбй вЬдйже ксбфюнфбт ф'ЬнфесЬ фпх уфб чЭсйб
OUR DEAD watched their sisters drenched with gasoline
and scream with melting skin
"THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES"
OUR DEAD gave birth to Turkish victories
the gurgling and then dying trophy.
on a bayonet which marked the borders of
THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES
buried, not yet dead inside the pits
engraved:
"GIAOURI, INFIDELI:
OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE"
ГпнбфЯуфе, gampour
кбй гпнбфЯжбне!
Оегхмнюупх! Кбй оегхмнюнефбй
ўнпйое фб укЭлйб упх кбй фб' бнпЯгей
Чьсеше! кбй чпсеэей
Цфэуе фзн фймЮ упх кбй фзн рбфсЯдб упх! Кбй цфэнпхн.
БрбснЮупх фзн рЯуфз упх! кбй фзн брбснйЭфбй.
And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:
THIS is my GRAVE, MY HOLY BED
YOU CANNOT take it
YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME
YOU can NOT 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
and forevermore
We'll see you when the desert meets the sky
But do not FORGET MY NAME
And so these were the orders from the dead
said without a word but with a final glance:
the
SECOND
granted to the Infidel
since an Infidelite Hell
should NOT require a prayer
should NOT require a silent moment
And now the Infidel is told
to forgive and to forget
to understand :
Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories,
of Living Death, the Old Folks Home
of Catatonia
of Madness
and Despair.
"Do not ask me for the NUMBER of that Grave:
It has been stolen."
"What IS this love for bones and dirt?
Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite
You HAVE no claim to GOD
You Have no claim to PEACE
YOu HAVE no claim to JOY
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
YOU HAVE NO CLAIM
GIAVOURI!!!!
Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan,
that you are:
to even BE
alive.