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Notre Flamme
by Klamm
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Sticks and stones - burnt and collapsed
The inflamed and shattered limbs of a dying God
Why lament and weep over this ossature
Whilst indifferent to dire misery abound?
And spuriously boast generosity
With the riches wrested from the destitute
Lineages of supremacy shield our idols
Crusades and cruise missiles against the "heathens"
For centuries past and many a year to come
The shifting dunes spread a mournful pall
Hiding the rivers of blood that have seeped into the sands
Irrigating the deep-set seeds of revenge
See now this fuming pool of gasoline - murky and deep
Shimmering with potential - a combustive concoction
This lump of common coal, chipped and imperfect
A raw amorphous mass - no obvious front or back
No left, no right... irrelevant... united in purpose
Birthing a yellow flame - wild and voracious
Yet soon heavy with smoke, blackened by soot
Polluted, admixed by the potentates - of today and tomorrow?
Swathed in ominous black - haphazard destruction
Where is the eloquence in violence? Cobble or baton
Sticks and stones - maimed bodies, broken bones
The narrative drenched and drowned in sauce Bernays
Never may this imposed friction rip you apart!
Fortified righteous ethics shall be the monuments of ages
That withstand the discordant siege of fascist oppression
Fuck your altars, fuck your crowns, fuck your regalia
Let our souls be incrusted with shining virtues
Dividing insignia insignificant - acephalic communion
Parisians - speak Parrhesia! And all of you around the globe!
Reticulate. Iterate, articulate your liberties
For change we need a critical mass! For change we need a critical mass!
Qu'il en apparaisse, et le Peuple, dès l'instant, brise ses chaînes
Et conquiert du pain pour lui et pour toutes ses générations
Répétons-le encore; tous les maux sont à leur comble
Ils ne peuvent plus empirer; ils ne peuvent se réparer que par un bouleversement total!
Que tout se confonde Donc!..., que tous les éléments se brouillent
Se mêlent et s'entrechoquent!..., que tout rentre dans le chaos
Et que du chaos sorte un monde nouveau et régénéré!
Venons, après mille ans, changer ces lois grossières
Let the flame spread to Elysee - let the raging Phlegethon
Rake your usurpers back to the crepuscule of Tartaros
Notre Adam, notre dame - rise up from your lethargy!
Notre lame, notre flamme - against ravenous Kleptocracy!
Dans la rue! Break the chains of inequality
On ne lâche rien - rebellion, resistance, revolution now!
Sticks and stones - burnt and collapsed
The inflamed and shattered limbs of a dying God
Why lament and weep over this ossature
Whilst indifferent to dire misery abound?
And spuriously boast generosity
With the riches wrested from the destitute
Lineages of supremacy shield our idols
Crusades and cruise missiles against the "heathens"
For centuries past and many a year to come
The shifting dunes spread a mournful pall
Hiding the rivers of blood that have seeped into the sands
Irrigating the deep-set seeds of revenge
See now this fuming pool of gasoline - murky and deep
Shimmering with potential - a combustive concoction
This lump of common coal, chipped and imperfect
A raw amorphous mass - no obvious front or back
No left, no right... irrelevant... united in purpose
Birthing a yellow flame - wild and voracious
Yet soon heavy with smoke, blackened by soot
Polluted, admixed by the potentates - of today and tomorrow?
Swathed in ominous black - haphazard destruction
Where is the eloquence in violence? Cobble or baton
Sticks and stones - maimed bodies, broken bones
The narrative drenched and drowned in sauce Bernays
Never may this imposed friction rip you apart!
Fortified righteous ethics shall be the monuments of ages
That withstand the discordant siege of fascist oppression
Fuck your altars, fuck your crowns, fuck your regalia
Let our souls be incrusted with shining virtues
Dividing insignia insignificant - acephalic communion
Parisians - speak Parrhesia! And all of you around the globe!
Reticulate. Iterate, articulate your liberties
For change we need a critical mass! For change we need a critical mass!
Qu'il en apparaisse, et le Peuple, dès l'instant, brise ses chaînes
Et conquiert du pain pour lui et pour toutes ses générations
Répétons-le encore; tous les maux sont à leur comble
Ils ne peuvent plus empirer; ils ne peuvent se réparer que par un bouleversement total!
Que tout se confonde Donc!..., que tous les éléments se brouillent
Se mêlent et s'entrechoquent!..., que tout rentre dans le chaos
Et que du chaos sorte un monde nouveau et régénéré!
Venons, après mille ans, changer ces lois grossières
Let the flame spread to Elysee - let the raging Phlegethon
Rake your usurpers back to the crepuscule of Tartaros
Notre Adam, notre dame - rise up from your lethargy!
Notre lame, notre flamme - against ravenous Kleptocracy!
Dans la rue! Break the chains of inequality
On ne lâche rien - rebellion, resistance, revolution now!
