| Iron horses burn the land
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| Iron eagles sky attack
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| The dogs of war, now are loose
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| To devour through their pass
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| Rain of fire, metal storm
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| A roar of winds takes away our souls
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| Carve my stone, carve my name
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| To the hires of flesh
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| Among the thorns I lay
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| …and I listen the war symphony
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| My last ode of ecstasy
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| The orchestra plays dark melodies
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| As I fall in endless sleep
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| When the wicked are confunded
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| Doomed to flames of woe unbounded
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| Call me, with Thy Saints surrounded
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| Low I kneel, with heart submission!
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| See, like ashes my contrition!
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| Help me in my last condition!
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| …and I listen the war symphony
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| My last ode of ecstasy
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| The orchestra plays dark melodies
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| As I sink in bottomeless seas
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| «Confutatis maledictis
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| Flammis acribus addictis:
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| Voca me cum benedictis
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| Oro supplex et acclinis
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| Cor contritum quasi cinis:
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| Gere curam mei finis"
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| «We are like certain rickety guitars
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| Whenever the wind passes through, it sets
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| Astir our verses and their dissonant sounds
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| From the slack strings that dangle down
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| Like watch chains
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| We are like certain incredible antennae
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| That with long finger reach into the void
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| As on their tips the infinite resounds
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| But quickly they shall snap and trumble down"
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| (Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis)
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| (translation by Kimon Friar) |