SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (S)

In Flanders fields the poppies grow / Between the crosses row on row, / That mark our place; and in the sky...

Far from home, a man with a mission / In the heat of the glistening sun / In the heart of ancient tradition...

In the draft of 1917, a man from Tennessee / Overseas to the trenches he went, from the land of the free / Into war he brought two things along, a rifle and his faith...

Turmoil at the front / Wilhelm's forces on the hunt / There's a thunder in the east...

Kill, fight, die / That's what a soldier should do / Top of their game, earning their name...

Man and machine and nothing there in between / A flying circus and a man from Prussia / The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain...

Where dead men lies I'm paralyzed, my brothers' eyes are gone / And he shall be buried here, nameless marks his grave / Mother home, get a telegram and shed a tear of grief...

Move between the lines, a soldier breaking the confines / A force deployed from overseas / A war in foreign land await the eager recruits...

As the drum roll started on that day, heard a hundred miles away / A million shells were fired and the green fields turned to grey / The bombardment lasted all day long, yet the forts were standing strong...

Spell for preventing the slaughter which is carried out in the realm of the dead / O Atum, spiritualise me in the presence of the Double Lion, the Great God; may he open for me the portal of Geb, that I may do homage to the Great God who is in the realm of the dead; may you induct me into the presence of the Ennead who preside over the Westerners. / O you door-keeper of the City of the Bee which is in the West, may I eat and live by air, may he who is safe and greate guide me to the Great Bark of Khepri, and may I speak to the evening crew; may I come and go, may I see who is there; I will raise him up, I will speak my words to him, when my throat is constricted. May I live, may I be saved after sleeping....

Book whish a man should recite for his father and son; it is an utterance for the festivals of the West. It means that he will be deemed worthy by Re and by the gods and that he will be with them. To be spoken on the day of the Festival of the New Moon. / An offering of bread and beer, oxen and fowl, roast meat and incense on the fire to Osiris, Foremost of the Westerners; to Re-Horakhty; to Nun; to Maat; to the Bark of Re; to Atum; to the Great Ennead; to the Lesser Ennead; to Horus; Lord of the Wereret-crown; to Shu; to Tefnut; to Geb; to Nut; to Isis; to Nephthys; to the Mansion of Kas, the Mistress of All; to the Storm in the sky which bears the god aloft; to the Silent Land and Her who dwells in its place; to Her of Chemmis, the noble divine Lady; to Her who is greatly beloved, the red-haired; to Her who protects in life, the particoloured; to Her whose name has power in her craft; to the Bull, the male of the herd; to the Good Power, the good steering-oar of the northern sky; to the Wanderer who guides the Two Lands, the good steering-oar of the western sky; to ther Sunshine-god who dwells in the Mansion of Images, the good steering-oar of the eastern sky; to Him who swells in the Mansion of the Red Ones, the good steering-oar of the southern sky; to Imsety; to Hapy; to Duamutef; to Qebehsenuef; to the Southern Conclave; to the Northern Conclave; to the Night-bark; to the Day-bark; to Thoth; to the Southern Gods; to the Northern Gods; to the Western Gods; to the Eastern gods; to the Squatting Gods; to the Gods of the Offerings; to the Per-wer; to the Per-neser; to the Gods of the Mounds; to the Gods of the Horizon; to the Gods of the Fields; to the Gods of the Houses; to the Gods of the Thrones; to the Southern Roads, to the Northern Roads; to the Eastern Roads; to the Western Roads; to the Gates of the Netherworld; to Those with hidden faces who guard the roads; to the Guardians of the Deserts who display kindly faces; to Those of the heat who give fire; to Those of the braziers; to Those who open up and quench the flame of fire in the West....

Spell for not letting a man's soul be taken away from him in the realm of the dead / I am he, I am he who came forth from the flood, to whom abundance was given, that I might have power thereby over the River....

Spell for not putrefying in the realm of the dead / Weary, weary are the members of Osiris! They shall not be weary, they shall not putrefy, they shall not decay, they shall not swell up! May it be done to be in like manner, for I am Osiris. / As for him who knows this spell, he shall not putrefy in Osiris's realm of the dead...

Spell for repelling a rerek-snake in the realm of the dead / Get back! Crawl away! Get away from me, you snake! Go, be drowned in the Lake of the Abyss, at the place where your father commanded that the slaying of you should be carried out. Be far removed from that abode of Re wherein you trembled, for I am Re at whom men tremble; get back, you rebel, at the knives of his light. Your words have fallen because of Re, your face is turned back by the gods, your heart is cut out by Madfet, you are put into bonds by the Scorpion-goddess, your sentence is carried out by Maat, those who are on the ways fell you. / Fall! Crawl away, Apep, you enemy of Re! O you who escape massacre in the east of the sky at the sound of the roaring storm, open the doors of the horizon before Re, that he may go forth, wearied with wounds. I do what you desire, O Re, I do what is good, I act as one who pleases, O Re, I cause your bonds to fall, O Re. Apep has fallen to yuor destruction, the southern, northern, western and eastern gods have bound their bonds on him, Rekes has felled him, he who is over the partisans has bound him, and Re is content, Re proceeds in peace. Apep the enemy of Re has fallen down, and what you have experienced is greater than the experience which is in the heart of the Scorpion-godess; great is what she has done against you with the everlasting pains which are hers. You shall not become erect, you shall not copulate, O Apep, you enemy of Re. Opposition is made against you, O you whom Re hates when looks on you....

Spell for breathing air and having power over water in the realm of the dead / O you sycamore or the sky, may there be given to me the air which is in it, for I am he who sought out that throne in the middle of Wenu and I have guarded this Egg of the Great Cackler. If it grows, I will grow; if it lives, I will live; if it breathes the air, I will breathe the air....

Spell for knowing the Souls of the Westerners / As for that mountain of Bakhu on which the sky rests, it is in the east of the sky; it is three hundred rods long and one hundred and fifty rods broad. Sobk, Lord of Bakhu, is in the east of that mountain; his temple is of cornelian. A serpent is on top of that mountain; it is thirty cubits long, eight cubits of its foreparts are of flint, and its teeth gleam. I know the name of this serpent which is on the mountain; its name is 'He who is in his burning'. Now after a while he will turn his eyes against Re, and a stoppage will occur in the Sacred Bark and a great vision among the crew, for he will swallow up seven cubits of the great waters; Seth will project a lance of iron against him and will make him vomit up all that he has swallowed. Seth will place before him and will say to him with magic power: 'Get back at the sharp knife which is in my hand! I stand before you, navigating aright and seeing afar. Cover your face, for I ferry across; get back because of me, for I am the Male! Cover your head, cleanse the palm of your hand; I am hale and I remain hale, for I am the great magician, the son of Nut, and power against you has been granted to me. Who is that spirit who goes on his belly, his tail and his spine? See, I have gone against you, and your tail is in my hand, for I am one who exhibits strength. I have come that I may rescue the earth-gods for Re so that he may go to rest for me in the evening. I go round about the sky, but you are in the fetters which were decreed for you in the Presence, and Re will go to rest alive in his horizon.' / I know those who govern the matter by reason of which Apep is repelled; I know the Souls of the Westerners, who are Atum, Sobk the Lord of Bakhu, and Hathor the Lady of the Evening....

Writing for making a spirit worthy; to be recited on the first of the month / Re appears in his horizon, his Ennead following after him; the god issues from the secret place, and trembling falls on the eastern horizon of the sky at the voice of Nut; she clears the ways for Re before the Oldest One, who turns about. Raise yourself, O Re who are in your shrine, that you may lap up the breezes. May you swallow the north wind, may you swallow the spine, may you entrap the day, may you kiss Maat, may you divide your suite, may you sail the Sacred Bark to the Lower Sky, may the Elders run to and fro at your voice; may you reckon up your bones, may you gather your members together, may you turn your face to the beautiful West, may you return anew every day, for you are that golden image which bears the likeness of the sun-disc, the sky being possessed with trembling at your recurrence every day. The horizon is joyful, and there is acclamation within your bounds. / As for the gods who are in the sky who behold N, they have offered up praise as though to Re, for N is a great one who seeks out the Wereret-crown of Re and reckons up his needs; N is one alone whose affairs flourish in that first company of those who are in the presence of Re; N is hale on earth and in the realm of the dead, N is hale like Re every day, N will run and will not tire in this land for ever. How happy are those who see with their eyes and who hear truth with their ears as Re and who ply the oar in the suite of Nun! N will not tell what he has seen nor will he repeat what he has heard of the secret matters, and there is acclamation for N. The god's body of Re crosses the Abyss among those who propitiate the will of the god with what he has desired, and N is a falcon whose shape is great....

Spell for going aboard the Bark of Re / O you who are great in your bark, bring me to your bark, so that I may take charge of your navigating in the duty which is alloted to one who is among the Unwearying Stars. What I doubly detest, I will not eat; my detestation is faeces, and I will not eat it, I will not consume excrement, I will not approach it with my hands, I will not tread on it with my sandals, because my bread is of white emmer and my beer of red barley. It is the Night-bark and the Day-bark who bring them to me, and the gifts of the towns are emptied on to the altar of the Souls of Heliopolis. Greetings to you, O Great One who acts in the rowing over the sky; the shens-cake which is in Thinis is that of which the dogs partake. I am not weary; I myself have come that I might save this god from those who would do him ebil, namely the pain allotted to thigh, arm and leg. I have come that I may spit on the thigh, tie up the arm and raise the leg. 'Go aboard and navigate', is the command of Re....

I kill for god, and I kill for power / For propaganda, the news hour / You know my cause so don't turn your back...

INTO THE PATH / The priests walk to me and take me into this path / To make me be the master of this world...

This ritual leaves me petrified / I'm cold inside this hell, never wanting to come out / Your happiness in Paradise...

It's been three days since I disappeared / Into this valley of Babylon / Falling sky, falling clouds...

In this forest, I drink the wine / To make my mind go drunk / I want to cut the leaves into pieces...

I can't stop this war / My calls are never heard / And you'll never hear my voice get louder and louder and louder...

THE CHAINS OF PARASITISM / I'm stuck in the chains of parasitism / For all that mankind deserved...

From the mist a shape, a ship is taking form / And the silence of the sea is about to drift into a storm / Sign of power, show of force...

Я тебе враз покажу / Кто здесь хозяин, а кто нет / Твою мать, скотина! Отныне ты - гнусная мразь!...

Quiero saber que hay en tu bola de cristal / Quién vencerá en esta lucha sin final / Esta inquietud me ha vuelto loco el corazón...

Azul, un mar azul / Tan intenso como esa luz fugaz / Que hay en tu cara....

Recorrió largo tiempo en su reloj / Peleó para ser lo que es hoy / Luchador, testarudo y cómo no...