Orders From the Dead

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 infidelity God in those flames Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother in those flames Της είπα μάνα, μην σκιάζεσαι Θα γυρίσουμε Έχε γεια, μάνα! The world is going up in flames Our world clawed their children close in The world is going up in flames Τα παιδιά μου καλέ! Μην είδατε τα παιδιά μου; Για όνομα του Θεού! Ωχ, μου τα πήρανε, και τι να θέλω τη ζωή; Τα παιδιά μου! Τα παιδιά μου! Βαζει μια τρεχάλα για την θάλασσα, πέφτει και πνίγεται Our dead watched their daughters butchered 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 (Flames,flames,flames,flames,flames) Αρπάξανε από την τετράδα μας του σκίσανε την κοιλιά με μια μαχαιριά τον βάλανε και βάδισε, κρατώντας τ'άντερά του στα χέρια Our dead watched their sisters drenched with gasoline And scream with melting skin "The world is going up in flames" The world which is going up in flames Για όνομα του Χριστού! Μην μας αφήσετε! Έχουμε μωρά μαζί μας, έχουμε γερόντους, κορίτσια Είστε υπεύθυνοι! Νάυαρχε, νάυαρχε, Φωτιά! Φωτιά! Our dead were dragged in marches Through the desert sun For weeks until the sun burned out their lungs And when the flames turned inside-out their mouths and ripped apart their lips We heard their final prayer "Lord God, have mercy, please, upon our souls!" Μας προδώσανε! Μας ξεπουλήσανε! Π'ανάθεμά τους! Νάυαρχε, τι κάνεις; Νάυαρχε, σώστε μας! Φωτιά! Φωτιά! They saw the world is going up in flames Buried, not yet dead inside the pits Engraved: "Giaoure, Infideli: Our God has chosen you to die" Γονάτισε κάτω! Και γονατίζει Ξεγυμνώσου! Και ξεγυμνώνεται Ανοιχτά τα σκέλια σου! Και τα ανοίγει Χόρεψε! Και χορεύει Φτύσε την τιμή σου και την πατρίδα σου! Και φτύνει Απαρνήσου την πίστη σου! Και την απαρνιέται Και την απαρνιέται And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say: This is my grave, my holy bed You cannot take it You cannot erase my name You cannot 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 Goodbye But I have orders from the Dead that warn me: "Do not forget me My blood will fill the air you breathe forever" "My deathbird is not dead He carries all my teeth My smile of unforgetfulness My laugh Βρυκόλακα! I am the man unburied Who cannot sleep in forty pieces! I am the girl dismembered and unblessed I am the open mouth that drags your flesh and that can never rest