Agathodaimon Banner Of Blasphemy Lyrics

Banner Of Blasphemy Lyrics

Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn
Vopsite cu trei culori,
pãzesc pe marginea soselei
Fîntîna celor... crediciosi!
Trei
cruci pe marginea soselei
cu gesturi largi de mîini bolnave
Opresc din
drum pe cãlãtori
si parcã-s trei spînzurãtori
De care
atîrnã trei crisosi...
Într-o zi împinsi de-acelasi funerar
îndemn
Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia
Cumintii se-ntîlnirã
cu nebunii
Copiii mortilor de mîine se-ntîlnirã cu
pãrintii...
"Se-armatele-ncepurã lupta la umbra crucilor de
lemn
Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."
..ca
albul cel curat, al florilor de nufãr
Iar tricolorul nebuniei, închis
cu grijã-n cîte-in cufãr
De craniu omenesc...
Sta gata sã se
desfãsoare la cea dintîi îngenuncheare
A albului
domnesc...
Însã-n ziu-aceea cerul înnegrit de fum pãrea
Un
tavan de catedralã ce se nãruia
"Iar fumul din
clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"
Drumul altui fum, mai
greu, mei negru si-albastrul
se-nnegrea...
Si-n ziu-aceea cerul
înnegrit de fum pãrea
Un tavan de catedralã ce se nãruia
Si
multimea-nspãimîntatã, spre clopotnitele-aprinse
Se-ndrumeazã
grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plîngînd
Plîng ca resturil
unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul stã deoparte
Si zîmbeste ...
fredonînd:
Blasfemiei!
"Iar tricolorul nebuniei adãpostea
pe-nvingãtori!"
TRANSLATION:
"Banner Of
Blasphemy"
Three wooden crosses - Three huge crosses of wood
Painted
with three colors - On the margin of the road
Guarding the fountain of the
believers
Three crosses on the margin of the road
With gestures made by
morbid hands
They hinder wanderers whilst passing
Like three gallows on
holy lands
Where three cristians are hanging...
Inclined by a funeral
stir
On a fatal sky, so blur
Like two armies enticed to war
The mad
have fallen upon the brave
The children of morrows dead
Their parents had
met
In the shade of the wooden crosses
The armies began their
battle
Aside... the banner of creedance flattered
White and clean
Like
the cleanest white men have seen
And the blasphemic flag of madness
Safely
embedded in each humen skull
Was ready to unfold at the first
Subjugation
of the royal white
On the same day, blackened by fumes
The heavens seem
to be the ceiling
Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding
And the fumes of
the burning steeples
Opened in the celestial blue
The way of another
fume
Blacker, heavier, and the blue
Has become black, too
So the
horrified people
Hasten to the burning steeples
The brave behold whilst
crying
Like the remnants of a defeated army
And the madmen stay
aside
Grinning and humming: Blasphemy
And the tricolor of madness was
sheltering
The conquerors!