Banner Of Blasphemy (stindardul Blasfemiei) lyrics
by Agathodaimon



Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemnVopsite cu trei culori, p?zesc pe marginea soseleiF?nt?na celor... crediciosi!Trei cruci pe marginea soseleicu gesturi largi de m?ini bolnaveOpresc din drum pe c?l?torisi parc?-s trei sp?nzur?toriDe care at?rn? trei crisosi...?ntr-o zi ?mpinsi de-acelasi funerar ?ndemnCa dou-armate puse una-n fata alteiaCumintii se-nt?lnir? cu nebuniiCopiii mortilor de m?ine se-nt?lnir? cu p?rintii..."Se-armatele-ncepur? lupta la umbra crucilor de lemnDeoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."..ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nuf?rIar tricolorul nebuniei, ?nchis cu grij?-n c?te-in cuf?rDe craniu omenesc...Sta gata s? se desf?soare la cea dint?i ?ngenuncheareA albului domnesc...?ns?-n ziu-aceea cerul ?nnegrit de fum p?reaUn tavan de catedral? ce se n?ruia"Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mei negru si-albastrulse-nnegrea...Si-n ziu-aceea cerul ?nnegrit de fum p?reaUn tavan de catedral? ce se n?ruiaSi multimea-nsp?im?ntat?, spre clopotnitele-aprinseSe-ndrumeaz? grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc pl?ng?ndPl?ng ca resturil unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul st? deoparteSi z?mbeste ... fredon?nd:Blasfemiei!"Iar tricolorul nebuniei ad?postea pe-nving?tori!"TRANSLATION:"Banner Of Blasphemy"Three wooden crosses - Three huge crosses of woodPainted with three colors - On the margin of the roadGuarding the fountain of the believersThree crosses on the margin of the roadWith gestures made by morbid handsThey hinder wanderers whilst passingLike three gallows on holy landsWhere three cristians are hanging...Inclined by a funeral stirOn a fatal sky, so blurLike two armies enticed to warThe mad have fallen upon the braveThe children of morrows deadTheir parents had metIn the shade of the wooden crossesThe armies began their battleAside... the banner of creedance flatteredWhite and cleanLike the cleanest white men have seenAnd the blasphemic flag of madnessSafely embedded in each humen skullWas ready to unfold at the firstSubjugation of the royal whiteOn the same day, blackened by fumesThe heavens seem to be the ceilingOf a collapsing cathedral, bleedingAnd the fumes of the burning steeplesOpened in the celestial blueThe way of another fumeBlacker, heavier, and the blueHas become black, tooSo the horrified peopleHasten to the burning steeplesThe brave behold whilst cryingLike the remnants of a defeated armyAnd the madmen stay asideGrinning and humming: BlasphemyAnd the tricolor of madness was shelteringThe conquerors!