Orders from the Dead - Rotting Christ

HE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

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 infidelite God in those flames

Our dead whispered a last goodbye to their mother

IN THOSE FLAMES

THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

OUR dead clawed their children close in

THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

OUR dead watched their daughters

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

OUR DEAD watched their sisters drenched with gasoline

And scream with melting skin

«THE WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES»

OUR DEAD gave birth to Turkish victories

The gurgling and then dying trophy

On a bayonet which marked the borders of

THE WORLD WHICH IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

OUR DEAD WERE DRAGGED IN MARCHES

THROUGH THE DESERT SUN

FOR WEEKS UNTIL THE SUN BURNED OUT THEIR LUNGS

And when the desert sun which was burning them like flames

Ripped apart their lips, we heard the final prayer

LORD GOD HAVE MERCY LORD UPON OUR SOULS!

They saw the WORLD IS GOING UP IN FLAMES

Buried, not yet dead inside the pits

Engraved:

«GIAOURI, INFIDELI:

OUR GOD HAS CHOSEN YOU TO DIE»

And now the unblessed dead have ordered us to say:

THIS is my GRAVE, MY HOLY BED

YOU CANNOT take it

YOU can NOT ERASE MY NAME

YOU can NOT 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

And forevermore

We’ll see you when the desert meets the sky

But do not FORGET MY NAME

And so these were the orders from the dead

Said without a word but with a final glance:

The

SECOND

Granted to the Infidel

Since an Infidelite Hell

Should NOT require a prayer

Should NOT require a silent moment

And now the Infidel is told

To forgive and to forget

To understand:

Advance into a paradise of Dead Memories

Of Living Death, the Old Folks Home

Of Catatonia

Of Madness

And Despair

«Do not ask me for the NUMBER of that Grave:

It has been stolen.»

«What IS this love for bones and dirt?

Put this ancient thing behind you, Infidelite

You HAVE no claim to GOD

You Have no claim to PEACE

YOu HAVE no claim to JOY

YOU HAVE NO CLAIM

YOU HAVE NO CLAIM

YOU HAVE NO CLAIM

GIAVOURI!!!

Remember just how lucky, sperm of Satan

That you are:

To even BE

Alive

NOW!

HERE!

ACROSS THE SEA!

GIAVOUR!

You HAVE no God

A man without a God

Can NOT be burned ALIVE

He never WAS alive

Not as a MAN, giavour

But as a DOG."

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!

VRYKOLAKA!

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 will never rest

Until

MY DEATH IS WRITTEN

IN A ROCK THAT CAN

NOT BE

BROKEN!"

And these are the orders

From The Dead