Rotting Christ - Orders from the Dead στίχοι (lyrics)

The 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

Της είπα μάνα, μην σκιάζεσαι θα γυρίσουμε
Έχε γεια, μάνα!
The world is going up in flames
Our world clawed their children close in
The world is going up in flames

Τα παιδιά μου καλέ!


Μην είδατε τα παιδιά μου Για όνομα του Θεού!
Ωχ, μου τα πήρανε
Και τι να θέλω τη ζωή Τα παιδιά μου!
Τα παιδιά μου!
Βαζει μια τρεχάλα για την θάλασσα
Πέφτει και πνίγεται

Our dead watched their daughters butchered
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

Αρπάξανε από την τετράδα μας
Του σκίσανε την κοιλιά
Με μια μαχαιριά, τον βάλανε και βάδισε
Κρατώντας τ'άντερά του στα χέρια

Our dead watched their sisters
Drenched with gasoline
And scream with melting skin
"The world is going up in flames"
The world which is going up in flames
Για όνομα του Χριστού! Μην μας αφήσετε!
Έχουμε μωρά μαζί μας, έχουμε γερόντους
Κορίτσια είστε υπεύθυνοι!
Νάυαρχε, νάυαρχε, Φωτιά! Φωτιά!

Our dead were dragged in marches
Through the desert sun
For weeks until the sun
Burned out their lungs
And when the flames turned inside-out their
Mouths and ripped apart their lips
We heard their final prayer
"Lord God, have mercy, please
Upon our souls!"

Μας προδώσανε! Μας ξεπουλήσανε!
Π'ανάθεμά τους!
Νάυαρχε, τι κάνεις Νάυαρχε, σώστε μας!
Φωτιά! Φωτιά!

They saw the world is going up in flames
Buried, not yet dead inside the pit's
Engraved:

"Giaoure, Infideli:
Our God has chosen you to die"
Γονάτισε κάτω! Και γονατίζει
Ξεγυμνώσου! Και ξεγυμνώνεται
Ανοιχτά τα σκέλια σου! Και τα ανοίγει
Χόρεψε! Και χορεύει
Φτύσε την τιμή σου και την πατρίδα σου!
Και φτύνει απαρνήσου την πίστη σου!
Και την απαρνιέται

And now the unblessed dead have
Ordered us to say:
This is my grave, my holy bed
You cannot take it you cannot erase my name
You cannot 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

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
Βρυκόλακα!

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 that can never rest