Eyes of partisans  (Oči partyzánů)

You know the nights
Of chilling memories
Like you can hear
Grinding of teeth

In sleepless nights
You dream your dreams
Of fire and flames
Of blood in streams

Nights when fire
Comes down from sky
Taste of lead, taste of brass
Silent people in the dark

When flaming combs
Brush mountains wild
You hear the cry
You see despair

Even death cant
Blind their eyes
Bones in mud of
Forrest soil tells

Tales of anger
As pain run deep
No more talk
- action calls

Forest graves will speak
In mouintains of mist
Hear their words
By rope, by gun

Your grandparents
Remember them
They didnt talk with to fascists
They shot them

The samples are from interview with one of the members of partisan brigades operating during the WW2 in our region.

 

Funeral pyre for a dying world  (Pohrebni hranice pro umirajici svet)
 
Hymn of hungry mouths
The song of empty hearts
To devour everything
To poison everything
And burn the remains
Children of eternal Flood
Children of the firestorm
Children of Darkness
At the end of time
Children of funeral pyres
 
Worshipers of eternal darkness
That what is beyond the stars
That which will swallow us
Devour, throw up
Spirals of smoke
We walk into the night
We fly into darkness

The sample is from the famous interview with Robert Oppenheimer,  after finishing project Alamogordo.

 

Brotherhood of the gallows (Bratrstvo sibenic)
 
Since the beginning of time
Mankind driven to slaughter
On golden platters
Fuel for ambition
Lust for fame
In their hearts
 
whistles
you hear
When knives are sharpen
The song of the gallows
Mantra of hatred
Brotherhood of scaffolds
curse
damnation
 
Far Horizons
Drowning in flames
of your prisons
labor camps

Because we want the stars
Shining for everyone
Not like grace
Given as an insult
With the promise of
future debts
But as the right
 
Whatever it will cost
You can not flinch
Without turning back
With fear and hope
Death for your kind
hemp noose
shine of fires
And forest of the gallows
forests of the gallows