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Bureval

by Iskra

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This - the blood of our conscience the blood of our cowardice the legacy of their politic - all life degraded the legacy of their repression has such a wide grave a confused civil obedience wanders the streets the official voice reflected everywhere sour with hypocrisy may the blood that dies for your voice everyday rise up and pursue you the defensives guards police their order which cripples hope cuts the heart and word face of mankind and earth their order is a well - planned disorder increasing in the hands of power sweat for the death of empathy the death of blood's insubordination and those with a blood that keeps singing; cold cement hunger death prisons, detentions are for them complacency always strides hand in hand with death they force it full of alcohol distrust and hate a confused civil obedience roams the streets the hounds of order silence and long siren wails and those with a blood that keeps singing cold cement hunger death may the blood that dies for your voice everyday rise up and pursue you to your grave.
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fetid stench decaying flesh oxygen starved waters within the deeps life suffocated carcasses washed upon the shore all life extinguished deathly waters flowing through rivers and streams slowly asphyxiating all life blood red tides moving all life extinguished spreading year by year death-like silence all life washed upon the shore all life rotting beneath the waves all life extinguished within the black all life extinguished all life within the black
3.
Dubrovlag 02:31
black rusted trains from Pot'ma crawl the Takushevo line sub zero winds a frost of white Mordovia's bright sun palling Dubrovlag death before Dubrovlag piled corpses at the gate hammered skulls ensures they're dead stripped and beaten upon the ice naked blackened frozen limbs bodies twisted smashed and bent scattered upon the permafrost Dubrovlag death before Dubrovlag grind that glass into your eyes cut and eat of your own flesh mind-death silent isolation psychiatric experimentation gnaw at stone writhe with pain work till death in this abyss those rusted trains from Pot'ma grinding down a thin gauge line deep into the northern forests those were Mordovia's blackest nights Dubrovlag death before Dubrovlag no graves were dug the ground was ice for human flesh beasts would fight hang yourself cut your veins death before Dubrovlag
4.
Bureval 03:40
walls-police mountains of silence stale freedom and bound liberty the lead weight of the boiling lie falls upon the face of the persecuted land forged in the white flame of hate and conquest surrounded by flags secured with military power walls-police mountains of silence their fraudulent "peace" to keep their truth today built on the rot of minds for years and centuries dead boots-rifle bullets tear gas and police we have forgotten nothing and everywhere - agitated those flung full of disgust and those still dreaming the immense dream of a land stripped of this truth a culture fermenting quietly bidding war upon the fascist truth; the sickening cocktails of metal bars fear - stale freedoms and bound liberty this liberty in which everything suffers, sweats and is shamed fascist democracy unpalatable freedom this is war the signal fires are erupting everywhere the chorus raising disharmonious has forgotten nothing of the native land ferment - flame and living flesh
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Okhrana 03:31
Apparatus of the golden empire your gears greased with the subjects blood protest - upon the ground the defensive born of the third section to the hangman to the priest gravediggers having dug and filled to the informers for their pains rubles for honest work infiltration of militant seats liquidation zubatovschina bloody sunday labyrinth of wills already broken collaboration, denunciation immobilized by distrust and fear hour after hour day by day the eyes of the okhrana dynasty now resting weary on the inertia of 300 years bloated with self interest falls to the bloody pulsations of history blood was shared with the earth whence it came a necessity for the glory of the new state offering themselves for execution the mighty walls of the winter palace tools of reaction, repression fallen to the hands of a provisional state yet again history shudders and the state falls tools of reaction intact to serve the new regime documentation liquidation swift management of perceived threats gulags glutted now by the bodies of millions of counter-revolutionaries nothing new about living in these days nothing new about dying in these nights study of okhrana's files liquidation of those perceived a threat hour after hour and day by day the eyes of the cheka in epic spirit blood is shared with the earth whence it came a necessity for the glory of this new state collaboration, denunciation immobilized by distrust and fear labyrinth of wills already broken macabre progress industrialization evolution of pure control remember the people's victory a barbarous freedom drunk on tears nothing new about living you cannot breathe in this land of ours nothing new about dying you cannot live in this land of ours
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Okeanos 03:58
And a tenth part of Okeanos is given to dark night a tithe of the pure water under earth so the clear fountains pour from the rock face stream from the caverns and clefts down-running, carving wondrous ways basalt resistance, cutting deep as they go Gaia where she sleeps the cold water, the black rushing gleam, the moving, down-rush, Wash, gush out over bed-rock,toiling the boulders in flood, purling in deeps, broad flashing in falls. and a tenth part of bright clear Okeanos his circulations - mists, rains, sheets, sheathes black water - poisonous depths - Styx this carver of caverns beneath us is. the well is deep. from it's stillness the words our voices speak echo resonance follows resonance waves of this sounding come up to us we draw the black water pure and cold the light of day is not as bright three thousand years we have recited its virtue out of Hesiod Styx this black water, this down-pouring is it twenty-five thousand years since the ice withdrew from the lands and we came forth from the realm of caverns where the river beneath the earth we knew we go back to. fifty million years from the beginning of what we are- we knew the depth of this well to be fifty million years deep but our knowing deepens time deepens this still water styx pouring down in the spring from it's glacial remove from the black ice we thirst for in dreams we dread.
7.
Kronstadt 03:05
winds of snow and frozen ice swept across the wastes rose up against the tyrant king brought him to his knees provisional state instituted which cared not for common needs again we rose side by side october 1917 still these tyrants rule take what we have won we brought them power they promised liberty liberty typical power-scum you ruled with iron fist we lived a meagre existence starving - enslaved you promised a rebirth we'd be free to work the land instead you took it all from our hands in the icy gulf of finlandia - the rebel island of kronstadt a great anarchist naval force would fight the tyrants of this land of this land a new force must rise kill the tyrant we brought to power kronstadt is free independent of their new state ten thousand strong we put forth our demands a third revolution to end all parties - and none shall lead none shall lead that cold night in march you sent our brothers over the ice we watched them advance we'll be forced to shed the blood of our kin they're sent to their deaths by tyrants grown fat at the expense of us all a fierce blizzard black night shrouds us all in darkness the blackest night counting not the cost slave masters drove you with their cursed guns trained upon your backs you perished in the night upon the icy vastness when daylight broke you lay dead upon the ice so dearly you have paid with your blood for this event the butcher of petrograd still drives new martyrs to the slaughter to the slaughter
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the wolf of winter devours roads and towns the wolf of winter in her white hunger ripping into the cities of rot disease and suicide gnawing upon the bones of the poor beneath a frozen moon, in her chill white cave the wolf of winter the grim, the cold, the white beautiful winter wolf that feeds on our world she withers all in silence her storms unchained unclothes the earth freezes frail life she tracks the frozen wastes where goeth the winter wind her death howls roll heavy all across the lands gauging the sewers of poverty gnawing the bones of the old blizzard blasts and ice, testing the strength of life many dead on the roads, left to die in the cold the wolf of winter stalking the weak and sick beautiful winter wolf that feeds on our world the north is thine;there thou hast built thy dark for she has reared her sceptre all over this world
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80,000 01:58
80 000 dead upon the battlefield warplanes gas tanks rifles guns the suicidal hours open and fall to the soil of spain the soil of spain twelve hours of blood and fire from night to morning what the night would hide is seen by the eyes the eyes of dawn 80000 the blood stretches in the tongues of flame to lick the river the waters of the river smell of a million wounds the vipers of europe bathe with so much blood their lies condense in this - that they are men who gave their lives for flag and country and on the battlefield hatred of countries 80000 fire 80000 rifles 80000 bullets 80000 lives twelve hours of blood and fire from night to morning what the night would hide is seen by the eyes of dawn upon the soil of spain
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cultural desolation in west berlin an ultra dead conformist state factory hell, suburban hatred minds destroyed by isolation you looks to the archetypes of rebellion those organized against the state resistance born through the need of culture eastern march/Gedachtniskirche do you remember that meeting the s.d.s. in '66 hash and sex, the K-1 Kommune counterculture politics you read the stories of anarchist bombers studied the books of street warfare violence as praxis came "natural" to you living the Kommune was never enough limitations of method called into question you watched Baader and Ensslin go down for arson "action determines the movement's direction" your people were brought in, the cells were filling for this crime and that, the pressure was mounting you still needed to break the mould of your psyche you searched for a way to determine your conduct observing Ohnesorg's casket, something changed in your mind thus the conduct you sought became painfully clear propaganda by deed, you decide for yourself but always within the frame of mass you put yourself forward to makes the example the results: a massacre out on the streets the pigs shot at Dutschke but it could have been you amidst the flames of revolt you were born anew no more games; the sites are set on you and on I; the pigs will liquidate take up weapons, set explosions you decide what is wrong and what is right through destruction and violence the birth of a movement you marked names, found your station a determined anarchist retaliation take up weapons, set explosions take them out: "time to destroy" bombs for the rich, political abductions prison-breaks, and robberies out of the "night and fog" run a cadre of urban guerrillas "words cannot save us, words don't break chains" "the deed alone makes us free, destroy what destroys you" did you foresee betrayal and infiltration? the pig's manipulation led to your people's assassinations did you put down the gun because you no longer fear love? or was it seeing your comrades lying dead in their own blood?

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released October 17, 2009

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