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Do we reject - Do we embrace - Do we detest
The deceitful nature of battleless victories?
In this blank age of protest
Of form enfolding strenght
Are we guards, henchmen, defenders?

Defeat, Defeat, Defeat

Ar fi trebuit - sa fii aici cu mine
Am fost creati - antrenati - si conditionati sa disparem
Vom sta printre umbre - prin poienile arzande
gata de a deveni - hoti de inchiriat
Si vom ramane invizibili - vom calatori alene
dar nu ne vom grabi - pasul catre lumina...
Si vom dansa - daca putem - cu ochii inchisi
de-a lungul granitelor - de-a lungul drumurilor.

Master, I praise you
I’ve come here to tame
The demands of the flesh
I’ve come to forget my name
We all thought that the moon
Should be turned to blood
And that it’s the worst thing
To want for one who comes not

Words of mine and songs must fail
But this oath binds us both
Now let us be
Like toe solitary rose
Now have us drown
In truth's garment of sound

And how strange to be here

A Passage to Rhodesia CD-1-2014

1. Electrocuting an Elephant
2. The Ballad of the Red Flame Lily
3. One Fire
4. A Farewell to Europe
5. The Fever Tree
6. Hate Us and See If We Mind

A Passage to Rhodesia CD-2 House of Stone-2014

1. The Road to Rebellion
2. The Declaration
3. A Short 1000 Years
4. A Deafening Silence
5. The Great Divide
6. Matabele Land

Prepare yourself for prayer and parades.
There’s a master for you to meet. You’ll
drop all flowers, robes and grenades. All
books and daggers at his feet. He’ll send
the guards to buy paper and figs. And
you’ll send your women away. You’ll slip
off your shoes and surrender your dress.

Be generous with your life, with your love
Be generous always
Is this final?
Are we but seeds beneath the snows?
Is my faith only burning faintly
As my disobedience grows?

Because

Among the wild boys grows
A flower of contempt
They trample with silver boots
They lick with green tongues

There is no relief among the wild boys
There is no cooling off
Except on summer's cool rocks

I need to find my way
Back to you now
This renegade pace is killing me off
I saw the master last night
Oh, what a blast
I feel so useless now
Yet hallowed by his touch
Am I that needy, that greedy?

Silent years under the ashen tree
Your face so wet to the touch
The night do pass so pleasantly
When there´s fires to watch
The hail fell thicker with you away
The blood ran thicker too
We were left to bicker
With each and every day

Your hunger, your greed
Made it right for a few
To truly be free
And not having to serve
So come here and bleed
Come here and sing
As traitors sing
Of the road not taken

One world, one federation, a million tribes
When will you find the courage to join the good fight?
Some of you think we’re cruel and enraged
Some of you think that we’re blind to the wars you wage

Ballots and bullets cannot debate what we know
Ballots and bullets cannot deface the truth we hold

To each dream its fragrance
To life its dread
To each angst its pain
To each truth its rumour

We have lost our cause
We have drained this fear
With burning glass

The tap-tapping of your fingers
Encrusted with blood
We shall never be apart
The pitchfork and the cloven hoof
The fiddler's dancing on the roof

Oh, my soul and all that is within me
Send your prayers

The road is alight with quiet lonely
deaths. And to this day, the guns we
stored away show we were soldiers
once, but left the battles unfought,
the lessons untaught. But now we’ve
brought you here, Celine. Scarred with
festival wounds. And it seems like…

They’’ll drop us broken and bleeding.
On the rocks and sand. Seems half the
world is fleeing. And word gets around.
What caused your heart to turn? What
made you want to burn it all down with a
lie? I know you’’ll feel the shout gagging
your mouth with sound. This at least we
must try.

Коричневые часы свешиваются с осеннего неба.
Подарят ли они мне ещё один час?
Белые крылья, они мерцают и сияют.
Она преподнесла мне дары:

Жемчужную нить,
Красные розы,
Изумруды из чёрных вод

Confessions d'Un Voleur d'Ames-2007

1. Ni Dieu Ni Maitre
2. The Consolation Of Man
3. Le Carillon
4. Der Wolfsmantel
5. Querkraft
6. The Torture Detachment

Swear never to be gentle
To always be unkind
For love is hard to handle
For love will rob you blind
The burden of saintliness
The temptation to kneel
The mute fear of being caught
In vapours of sin

I can taste the gin and oxy on your lips
I'll divide the world and fall between your hips
There's no way that I can save your life
When you can't even open your eyes
And I tried to right your wrongs
But I just end up with all of your lies

Whoa oh oh oh...

everything within me turns rapist
everything turns saint
the spit and the blood
and your longing for god
have lost all meaning now

and i offered myself to the night
in a spray of blossoms red and white

*Du wirst erobern und vergessen wofür
Wirst den Freistaat erzwingen
Doch es wird tot sein in Dir
All das schöne Leben, das sich da regen sollte
Erkaltet auch das Feuer, das man doch hegen wollte
In der Völker grausamem Spiel

Und trägt Dein Herz darum die Schand' auch noch so leicht

beware of words and their power to charm
those greedy little men
their filthy souls
before all else be armed

…möcht' auch noch die ganze welt uns hören…

remember you're unique

You sent for me to punish me
But I'm not yours to save
I never asked for the answer you gave
Are you trying to find
Something pure, something fragile?
Your hopes are stiff with filth

I refuse all gifts

I grew up in a world
That smelled of the sea
I was a plunderer then
In grave gowns, in small jealousies
I found subservience
And the cold came with it
And it kept its menace secret

They found her tonight up in the hay
They are bringing her down now
Here is a candle to light
Your way back to bed
Are you that sleepy, girl?
What did you expect to learn?
How to out light murder?
How to cheat death in turns?

come here

lower your eyes and surrender

to the blossoms spring has brought

to adorn our grief

I shall ask you for forgiveness
For all the things that I have done
I should have known better
But I won’t ask for love nor shelter
Think of me
As the one to remain unknown
For more than I you have been a face to hide
You have become a name to forget

Flowers From Exile-2009

1. To A Generation Of Destroyers
2. Accidents Of Gesture
3. Odessa
4. The Secret Sons Of Europe
5. The Hollow Self
6. A Legacy Of Unrest

Today I've cursed the last one of you
Cause I reek of pride right now
I ain't your golden boy no more
I ain't your stupid toy no more
So atme, so uninhabitable, so predictable
I ain't your golden boy no more

I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm stupid and cold

Time the great deadener
Returning hard kisses at last
A love etched in blood
A love has come to pass

O glued the letter to your mouth
As treason climbed all over your face
Like a kitten, yet not so playfully

What cruel fire, what land forlorn
Will raise its plaint in time?
What black spring blooms
In your eyes?
Whose blood will taint
This land of mine?
And he who makes bread
Ought to eat

in this naked light
so close to madness
this orgy carried to bloodshed

the partisan on the rooftop
the fiddler in the steet
a piece of drunken excess in a freezing dawn
speckled, white petals

All banks and tanks have lost their charm
No one grieves the thieves
No one hails the dawn
But when the sun comes back
We will all be gone
A-shoveling, a-scheming
To help rebuild their walls
To make this world seem wrinkled and tired

to colonise this land with orphans
and to contemplate
suicide with a fervor that your servants
so often try to imitate
wrap your arms around my back
wrap me up in your black flags
for black is the colour and freedom
is the word

there are very few women
who sing of this yoke’s golden sting
and tie my heart to the string of weeping
there are very few men
who cry for wine of blood and rye
and cut out my heart
for the wild love of weeping

To protest the moon
To protest the idea of sleep
To balance our calm and our urgency
To protest their notion of fraternity and race
I never masked my grief
So come show your face
Come out to breathe just for a while
And do not neglect your guile

every feeling subsides, you drown in me
we lie in wait, oh
it lies in wait, this storm that did not break
it lies in wait, oh

and the streaming winter splinters
like a child
stuck in the wheels inside, cut up to dry

I was made to distrust
Both my will and my lust
In the shades of sorrow
In the feasts of the morrow

I found a new master
Who knew how to command
I am that master

on a marche sur l’amour
on a marche sur tout
c’est le neant des vengeances
partout maintenant

je t’envoie ces mots de quelque part
dans les maquis de la resistance
a l’intolerable

The wars are maving north
To our isles of green
Through countries washed out
By storms of steel
But they shall not pass - we shall not yield
For freedom is a love not proved
In the letting go

the wars are moving north
to our isles of green
through countries washed out
by storms of steel
but they shall not pass – we shall not yield
for freedom is a love not proved
in the letting go

Once we learned to speak we learned to fail
We turned white and cold
Like lovers

A frozen heart, a flaming sword, a thousand fathers dead
In solitude we bathe
Like lovers

Masse Mensch Material-2008

1. Sonnengoetter
02. Der Brandtaucher
03. Das Feuerordal
04. Der Tote Spielmann
05. Wir Goetter Der Stadt
06. Die Nelke

Rome
Neue Erinnerung

Our cause so sweet and bitter
Has lost its hard blood glitter
It remains afloat on the waves
When anger fills our sails
Mutinous for the space of a second

…indifference is the opposite, indifference is the enemy…

...les souvenirs de notre jeunesse. Nos sentiments, nos convictions, nos actes, nos erreurs…

…le travail, le chant et les fleurs…

…j’écris au nom de notre famille, je ne me soucis d’aucune des règles imposées à nous – je n’ai pas le temps. J’écris au courant de la plume, sur le chant de bataille, au milieu des combats. A l’heure présente, nous sommes encerclés de toutes parts. Nos ennemis nous frappent lâchement, et la trahison nous dévore, mais nous restons debout, inébranlables, invincibles, immortels…

Nos Chants Perdus-2010

1. L'homme Revolte
02. Les Deracines
03. Le Chatiment Du Traitre
04. L'assassin
05. Le Vertige Du Vide
06. Les Exigences De La Foi

…and we're all going around not being quite who we would want to be and so one of the most important things of making space for somebody is to make the space that they can step into and be the person they would like to be. because what we're dealing with is transformation. of ourselves. and every single person we meet.

now everything just seems about to break
because people don't need proof when they have faith
we surrender when we crawl, when we doubt
if we stop, if we stay quiet, we die

…it's today. the most valuable, precious thing you have in your life is this second. nothing is better later.

it is but a dated flower i bring to you
it is but a violet glistening with dew
or in our hearts our love for you lies unrevealed

a stale romance and the solitude we share
have dragged you to the beach to find me there
every promise undone glittering in the sun
in the golden sway of violence

There's a boot on your head
And spit on the leather and skin
A muffled roar, a pink rose
And something throbbing within

There's star in your ear
And something stuck in your throat
There's a scar right here

all passion spent
we stay def to everything
all lost to shame
all words of peace have died away
both on our lips and in our hearts
all passion spent
now

"So? Dann muss ich jetzt wohl etwas autoritär werden!"

Rape blossoms
We strangle baby birds
Retrace our steps within your heart
A little ruse in early spring
The neglected riddle of corrosion
A breast afire

We toss and turn
We need a new man
There is nothing left but fear here

Into the sea
Into this life
Contemplate
Treading water

None so hopelessly blind
As he who will not look
None so hopelessly kind
As he who did not see they took
All that is fair, all that is sweet
In this war against dissent
And you shook your head
And you took the knife instead

Once I gave all I had to give
And I gave it all proudly
Once they took all one can take
And so they took my body gladly
Some say it's wrath
Some say it's survival
And as all travelers I never was
Longing for arrival

Pluck my silver stream
From your eye and thigh
And breathe in
And I can see through me
I can see through me

Pluck my silver stream
From your eye and thigh

Weren’t they like skirmishes
In some great war
Our kisses so deep but fleeting
Like vultures digging for lice?
We were led to the soul by way of skirts
Were led to love by way of knives
We valued what war reversed

you would trade the moss of our hometowns
for a kingdom of grain
you tried to spit it out on your way south
but it still sticks to the roof of your mouth
you’ve had them drag you off by the hair
you had them wait for you over there
behind the towers, behind the flowers
on anger’s white throne

Would we ever meet beyond these words of deceit?
Would I be entangled over there in your golden hair?
As the renegade priest is entangled in muffled prayer
We'd run through blazing summers

O, I never quite liked the way you cried out for more
For you were not hesitant
And yet you were not sure

we shall let our songs drown
the rattle of the train
and the roaring of the crowd
we shall wet our throat with sticky dark wine
and toast this blood wedding so fine
to new horizons! to a new dawn!
to a new and reckless generosity!
for this our land of the free

we shall let our songs drown
the rattle of the train
and the roaring of the crowd
we shall wet our throat with sticky dark wine
and toast this blood wedding so fine
to new horizons! to a new dawn!
to a new and reckless generosity!
for this our land of the free

You Were Wrong
You Let Hell Invade You And You Let Me Go
Love Wants To Be Both Gentle And Cruel
You Were A Fool, You Should Have Known
And Would You Wear Berries In Your Hair
For This Batallion Of Lovers?
And Would You Share This Table
Set Among The Stones Of Your Brothers?

To the end of the night. In hopes to find
that warming glow. I kept heading for
the lights. And anything they would
show.
Gun and bullet, pen and ink. I guess
I wanted to know. Just how much of a
stink one can kick up at one throw.

On this day all the trees in Rhodesia are aflame
As the eyes of the griever
With flowers of aching replete
And my mind's overflowing with vengeance
For to pine is not an occupation but a sentence
And in time we will all be faking retreat

Have you got rid of it yet?

Why should we disguise in order to conceal?
Why then try to hide a wound that shall not heal?

They swore to take us to their lands
Where milk-white blossoms float
And then they swore to always die in splendour

So let us hear the wild songs they sing

What relief!
To be among men used
To deeper wonders than the waves
Men too proud to mend their ways
What relief!
To be among men
Who swore never to stumble
Never to tire, never to waste their

When we lie white in our mourning slumber
When our skin smells of sun
The filthy mass that moves and talks
Is swept into the sea, is gone
When we are naked, when we're on fire
When we render secret tribute to
This pain we fake, this blue desire
Love is still our craving and our shame

We rise and fall in revolts ill-planned and doomed
Tired of inventing ruses
To be more than a name on some tomb
We could not refuse it

But you fearful, slavish souls
You're hiding behind moat walls
You dagger, you noose

i remembered you wrong
i remembered you strong
i have severed all links, all attachments
to study your gestures
you shephard, you merchant
you cold-hearted deserter
death is not a trivial matter
death is no trivial matter

Give me silence! Give me some truce!
Let us be evasive! Nevermind the truth!
They say slaves speak of bravery
As swine speak of flying
Surely now we’re done speaking
We’re done lying

Our flowers are blue

Is this some kind of confession?
Am I obliged to let you speak?
Are you still wondering whether
Our actions are ever
Completely pure?
How could I be sure
When all thieves lose their composure
When starvation os forcing its way through

My hands a tied, the spirit is gone
All that was right is now forlorn
And where is the fire that once was inside
The spirit is gone, my hands are tied

There's a silver snake guarding my heart
It spits and curls itself around
This silver coil is all you'll get

To be governed
Is to be watched over, inspected, spied on, directed
Legislated, regimented, closed in, indoctrinated

To be governed
Is to be preached at, controlled, assessed
Evaluated, Censored, Commanded
All by creatures that have neither the right, nor wisdom, nor virtue

to a find a cooler place in the grass

to brave my fire

a jury heard, a sentence passed

to brave my fire

This is too close, far too close
You just might
Be blinded by this crown's golden light
You just might
Be putting yourself in the flame
Which can only burn in shame

Our lawless life

Let me step inside you. Block out all
memory. Seven years in want. Watching
it all slide. You with your slanderous
tongues. You make such beautiful
wounds. Always concealing your secret
doubts. As lovers do.
From god to crown. From king to guardian.
From master to initiate. We’ll hand it

Make no mistake I don't do anything for free
I keep my enemies closer than my mirror ever gets to me
And if you think that there is shelter in this attitude
Wait til you feel the warmth of my gratitude.

One, I get the feeling that it's two against one.
One, I'm already fighting me, so what`s another one?
One, The mirror is a trigger and your mouth's a gun.

i renounce you
and your love now worthless since cold
like the secret purpose
who made me serve
father, you
who want me to unfold in some other world

you

i shall retrace my steps
to cover up my tracks
to conceal my taste for treason
to detach you from me
and the hatred offered by a father's heart
will always keep brothers apart
we are tranquil and benevolent
we don't like noisy surprises

we're clubbing traitors in green summer fields
reality is changing colour
all the nation's sad sweetness
is flowing from their eyes
and kneaded into time

the sun in our eyes and the rain on our boots
as black as our gift to the world

We live on tea and grief
We who brought this cult to light
We who only live for them
And only by their code
We are entombed alive
In these poems
Watch us dance on the beaches
Watch us die in the sun

I crossed into Europe
With the same urgent dreams of home
I soaked my skin in the wine of sin
Under the fountains of Rome
Saw through all the feigned bravery
And your love was but a sadness
Coming over me
And with a fearless heart

Я говорил что больше не напишу про любовь,
Но моя кровь не дает остыть мне вновь,
Брось, мне говорили не гордись постельными боями,
как будто ты здесь а я раздельно и в майами
Но вот внутри что то бьется мне говорят что сердце
но когда она рядом с тобою, то бьется реще
я много сделал плохого, переступил много грань
но все равно я твой буду, надо найду гроаль

1.
Кто живет в этих облачных грезах?
И мечтает о нежных рассветах?
Она – сладкая, с запахом розы.
Ждет романтики, любит конфеты

2.
Ее радуют мягкие звери,