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Chapter VI - So, our Flags were born (feat. Ayloss)

from Forthcoming Humanity (2020) by Yovel

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lyrics

ΑΠΌΣΠΑΣΜΑ: ΜΑΧΗ ΣΤΗΝ ΑΚΡΗ ΤΗΣ ΝΥΧΤΑΣ (1952)

Πέντε δίκοχα γύρω. Ο λοχαγός δίχως όνομα.
Ένα παιδί γυμνό, κρεμασμένο απ τα χέρια.
Αυλακωμένο το σώμα του, κουρελιασμένο απ’ τις βουρδουλιές.
Μόλις πατάνε τα νύχια του στο πάτωμα όπως σηκώνεται κανείς να δει ένα κορίτσι που γελάει πίσ’ απ’ το φράχτη.

Ο λοχαγός τον ρωτάει.

Ο βούρδουλας καίει το πετσί.

Τώρα πρέπει να μιλήσει, για να σωθεί.
Πρέπει να πάψει να θυμάται και να ζήσει.
Θέλει να ζήσει, όπως θέλετε και σεις.

Τώρα πρέπει να μιλήσει, για να σωθεί.
Πρέπει να πάψει να ονειρεύεται και να ζήσει.
Η μέρα είναι ακόμα μακριά και φοβάται μη γονατίσει
όπως φοβόσαστε και σεις.

Τώρα πρέπει να μιλήσει, για να σωθεί.
Πρέπει να πάψει να αγαπάει και να ζήσει.

Ο λοχαγός λέει: μίλησε.
Ο βούρδουλας λέει: μίλησε.
Η νύχτα λέει: μίλησε.

Μα η νύχτα είναι λίγη, οι σύντροφοι πολλοί.
Και έκοψε μετα δόντια του τη γλώσσα, όπως θα κάνατε και σεις.

[Φωνητικά] Και πηγαίνετε να πεθάνετε εσείς που πρέπει να πεθάνετε.
Όπως πεθαίνει το κλήμα για να γεννηθεί το τραγούδι και το όνειρο και η
γιορτή.
Αν φοβηθείτε εσείς, η ζωή είναι αναρίθμητη και άλλους θα στείλει
να την υπερασπίσουν.

Γιατί δεν είναι άλλος δρόμος, άλλο χέρι, άλλο όνειρο, άλλη σημαία, άλλη καρδιά, άλλο άστρο, άλλη δικαιοσύνη - από τη ζωή.
Και πηγαίντε να ξεχαστείτε, εσείς που πρέπει να ξεχαστείτε.

--- Translation ---

EXCERPT: BATTLE ON THE EDGE
OF THE NIGHT (1952)

Five forage-caps around. A nameless captain.
A naked youngster hanged by his hands.
His body is grooved and welt by the lashes.
His toenails barely touch the floor,
as if someone stands upright to see a girl laughing behind the fence.

The captain asks

The whip burns the skin.

Now is the time to speak. To save himself.
To live he must stop remembering.
He wants to live.
Like you do.

To save himself he must now speak, to live he must stop dreaming.
The day is still long and he is afraid of kneeling,
as you are afraid as well.

He must now speak to save himself.
To live he must stop loving.
The captain says “speak”
the whip says “speak”
The night says “speak”.

But the night is short and the comrades are many.
And he cut his tongue with his teeth, like you would.

[Vocals] So go ahead and die, all you that must die.
Like the vine dies if the song and the dream and the feast are to be born.
If you get scared, life is countless, and more will be sent to defend it. For there is no other way, no other hand, no other dream, no other flag, no other heart, no other star, no other justice; but Life.

And the forsaken must go where they must, to be forsaken.

--- Lyrics ---

So go ahead and die; all you that must die
More will come forth, to break the ice
All hail our Mourning Militancy.
[Our] collective grip to sanity
Long live this great Federation of Sorrows;
Our past defeats; now gleam tomorrow

[Translation] Sacred hatred give me your hand

On the bloody shirts, of the slain
We gathered in evenings; were paintings scenes
Of tomorrow’s happiness of the world

So, our flags were born / Έτσι γεννήθηκαν οι σημαίες μας.

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from Forthcoming Humanity (2020), released October 2, 2020
Our gratitude to Ayloss (Spectral Lore - Mystras) for his brilliant orchestral parts

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Yovel Athens, Greece

“The sign is the search itself, the sign is you!

You, hobbling out of the mud of the roads.

It’s you. We who are questing: we are the now, the past and that which is yet to come

The old are stationary [they’ve already been.] Old believers, dead already

The bricks of the Cathedral say nothing”.

/// Q ///
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