They walked in greatest pain.
Betrayed by the darkest fate.
They felt the total genocide.
they were in the wrong side.
Επικαλούμαι τους νεκρούς προγόνους μου
Τους φονεύς των προδοτών και των αχρείων
Τους ήρωες των λασπωμένων χωμάτων.
Τους εργάτες των μεγάλων μνημείων.
And the night has grabbed their faces.
And the laughs became screams.
They have danced with ropes and knives
They have seen them rape their lifes.
Καλώ τους εμπνευστές των αρχαίων γραμμάτων.
Τους αρχιτέκτονες των αξιών και των ηθών.
Τους στρατηγούς των μαχών της ζωής και του θανάτου.
Καλώ τους προγόνους μου.
The strongest spells and words i spoke.
My ancestors from d**h i’ve called.
Looking to the – horizon’s end.
There are no clouds, – after the rain.
The sunset’s golden light – falls to the fen
as our closest star – is gone again.
when the memories were – blurry and rotten
your name has never – been forgotten
Next to the ancient – tombs i stood.
And signs i’ve made – with stone and wood.