Παρασκευή 30 Σεπτεμβρίου 2022
Πέμπτη 29 Σεπτεμβρίου 2022
Νεκρό φεγγάρι
Χέρι πορφυρό κρατά
το δρεπάνι που κόβει το σιτάρι
κατέβασα και τη στερνή γουλιά
κάτω απ' το νεκρό φεγγάρι
Τετάρτη 28 Σεπτεμβρίου 2022
War rides on
And the second seal is broken
War is riding his horse of fire
night painted red, prophecy is spoken
people burn on a funeral pyre
The Horseman rages upon the earth
relentlessly attacks, a knight of death
Call him Ares or call him Mars
under his feet grass turns to ash
He wields his crimson sword
bow to your king, obey your lord
the morning has broken, a day to die
slay the enemy, stab the sky
Cannons fire, whistling bombs fall
as we answer to his iron call
we bring an apocalypse made by our hands
War made flesh and he roams the lands
A dead planet left as he marches on
heavy is our burden, our hope is gone
like volcanic magma he melts as all
a pit of lava for all of us to crawl
When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, "Come." And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from Earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.
— Revelation 6:3–4
Το τσίρκο φευγει
Έβαψα με μπογιές το πρόσωπό μου
κι εκτέλεσα στην εντέλεια το
νούμερό μου·
στο γύρο του θανάτου, πάνω στο σκοινί
στο κλουβί με τα θηρία.
Τώρα τα φώτα σβήνουν,
μαζεύονται οι τέντες
και το τσίρκο φεύγει απ' την πόλη...
Τρίτη 27 Σεπτεμβρίου 2022
Δευτέρα 26 Σεπτεμβρίου 2022
Weeping of a ghost
Dust rises from my tomb
as the north wind blows
making a music for the
creatures of the night to hear.
Darkness shrouds the landscape
as earth covers the earth upon me
But the barren soil shall not contain me!
I roam the land, I wander the sleeping city
standing beside you, watching you.
I cannot touch you, hold you or kiss you
but I can listen to the melody of your voice.
As I had promised, death isn't a barrier able to
keep me away from you...and yet it is...
The Earth is heavy with my ghost tonight
my pain is a burden for Heaven and for Hell
so my shadow keeps floating in the realm of
the living
Did you know that a spectre can weep too?
Τα λόγια
Ένα σπουργίτι έπεσε στο χώμα
μυρμήγκια χιλιάδες γύρω του χορεύουν
αίμα τρέχει από το στόμα
αγκάθια τα λόγια που δε βγαίνουν



