1. NI DIEU NI MAITRE

…indifference is the opposite, indifference is the enemy…

...les souvenirs de notre jeunesse. Nos sentiments, nos convictions, nos actes, nos erreurs…

…le travail, le chant et les fleurs…

…j'écris au nom de notre famille, je ne me soucis d'aucune des règles imposées à nous – je n'ai pas le temps. J'écris au courant de la plume, sur le chant de bataille, au milieu des combats. A l'heure présente, nous sommes encerclés de toutes parts. Nos ennemis nous frappent lâchement, et la trahison nous dévore, mais nous restons debout, inébranlables, invincibles, immortels…

…your spirit has wandered through so many forms and so many ages…

…le travail, le chant et les fleurs…


2. THE CONSOLATION OF MAN

Why should we disguise in order to conceal?
Why then try to hide a wound that shall not heal?
They swore to take us to their lands
Where milk-white blossoms float
And then they swore to always die in splendour

So let us hear the wild songs they sing
And let us feel the wild joys they bring

And we shall than disguise in order to reveal
And we shall swear tonight to never yield
To never give in, to never falter
To never yield or cry for quarter

When old men dream up wars for us to fight in
When old men dream up wars for us to die in

…I don't want to hurt you …but I must, I must…

And we shall than disguise in order to reveal
And we shall swear tonight to never yield
To never give in, to never falter
To never yield or cry for quarter


3. LE CARILLON

Ich bin das Vergessen
Ich bin die Erinnerung
Ich bin der Dolch
Ich bin die Klinge
Ich bin das Mark
Ich bin schwarz
Ich bin weiss
Ich bin die Gleichgültigkeit
Ich bin die Trauer
Ich bin der Schleier
Ich bin der Nebel

Und ich bin der Tod


4. DER WOLFSMANTEL

Beware of words and their power to charm
Those greedy little men
Their filthy souls
Before all else be armed

…möcht' auch noch die ganze Welt uns hören…

Remember you're unique
Just like anybody else
So don't grow wishbones
[Where the backbone ought to be]
Before all else be armed

…möcht' auch noch die ganze Welt uns hören…

Beware of words and their power to disarm
Lile a blind mob
Eyes like cattle
Before all else be armed

…möcht' auch noch die ganze Welt uns hören…

Remember you're unique
Just like anybody else
So don't grow wishbones
[Where the backbone ought to be]
Before all else be armed

…möcht' auch noch die ganze Welt uns hören…

Beware of words and their power to charm
Those greedy little men
Their filthy souls
Before all else be armed

…möcht' auch noch die ganze Welt uns hören…

Remember you're unique
Just like anybody else
So don't grow wishbones
[Where the backbone ought to be]
Before all else be armed

…möcht' auch noch die ganze Welt uns hören…


5. QUERKRAFT

All passion spent
We stay def to everything
All lost to shame
All words of peace have died away
Both on our lips and in our hearts
All passion spent

Now

So go on and fail me
Come on and break me for good
'Cause sometimes we feel alive
Why don't you fail me?
Go on and break me once more
Let us combine
In the dance of war

Either left to rot in indifference
Or left to drown in despair
You shall turn around
You shall die from this life
And be reborn to mine

Now

So go on and fail me
Come on and break me for good
'Cause sometimes we feel alive
Why don't you fail me?
Go on and break me once more
Let us combine
In the dance of war

…sono l'oblio e il ricordo
Sono il pugnale e la lama
Sono il midollo
Sono nero
sono bianco
sono l'indifferenza
sono il lutto
sono il velo
sono la nebbia
e io sono la morte…

So go on and fail me
Go on and break me once more
'Cause sometimes we come alive
To be more than uninvolved
And all so cold and cruel
But most of all
So ugly and imprecise
Oh, I felt like I was going to dive
Into a cruel sea of lust
When she said "Saviours - they come and go!"

So why don't you fail me
Come on and break me for good
'Cause sometimes we feel alive
Why don't you fail me?
Go on and break me once more
Let us combine
In the dance of war


6. THE TORTURE DETACHMENT

Is this some kind of conffesion?
Am I obliged to let you speak?
Are you still wondering whether
Our actions are ever
Completely pure?
How could I be sure

When all thieves lose their composure
When starvation is forcing its way through the trees
All the way down to the beach

Mourn for me
As the sounds fall asleep
Smother me

With your mad charity
With your poisonous mercy
Smother me with charity

So we seek out the lonely roads
To rush towards the useless
And leave this riot of blossoms
To the simple minds


If you decide to accept my offer
To understand this sacrifice
Think of me as inanimate matter
To hide me from their lies


So let me yearn for you
As you have yearned for me
This storm has left us stranded
But there's method to this madness
Torture me with their ugliness
And their ugly dreams
Hidden from the eyes of men

What courage
What foolishness
What strength

If you decide to accept my offer
To understand this sacrifice
Think of me as inanimate matter
To hide me from their lies

[So let me yearn for you
As you have yearned for me]

…Es gibt einen Weg in die Freiheit…


7. LE VOILE DE L’OUBLI

I was made to distrust
Both my will and my lust
In the shades of sorrow
In the feasts of the morrow
I found a new master
Who knew how to command
I am that master
At my command
The beasts that guard the staircase
These soldiers on guard
Are at my service
And were built to last
Don't need your religion
Of immobility and sleep
I was made to conquer
I was made to be free
You lie in anger
Fat and swollen
To flatter and to deceive
My Will Was Stolen From Me

…Was aus uns wird ist zweitrangig, ist nicht von Bedeutung. Man wird auch uns vergessen, man wird auch uns für ein Gerücht halten.

...Alles was vorher war, alles was auch wir kannten... wird zum reinen Gerücht werden.

I was made to distrust
Both my will and my lust
In the shades of sorrow
In the feasts of the morrow
I found a new master
Who knew how to command
I am that master
At my command
Don't need your religion
Of immobility and sleep
I was made to conquer
I was made to be free


You will find me in the orchards
At the doorway to doubt
At the threshold of consciousness
In the black wolves howl


8. THE JOYS OF STEALTH

When we lie white in our mourning slumber
When our skin smells of sun
The filthy mass that moves and talks
Is swept into the sea, is gone

When we are naked, when we're on fire
When we render secret tribute to
This pain we fake, this blue desire
Love is still our craving and our shame

When they come to me
Laughing and howling
When they thrust their anguish into me
And lick the blood as it runs down
They don't give place to youthful bloom
Not then, not now

[In the leaves of blood, in the life of the tribe
I am dead to all the world
Except when the noises sleep or hide]

When we lie white in our mourning slumber
When our skin smells of sun
The filthy mass that moves and talks
Is swept into the sea, is gone

When we are naked, when we're on fire
When we render secret tribute to
This pain we fake, this blue desire

Love is still our craving and our shame


9. THIS TWISTED CROWN

So close and yet so far
A black craving's call
From distant worlds
From a time remote
This too shall pass

Absent or mystery
We hold the keys to uncertainty

Sometimes art should be nothing but violence
Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty

So kiss me cold when they chain me down
To have and to hold this twisted crown
So kiss me cold when they pull me down
To have and to hold this twisted crown
So kiss me cold when they drag me down
To have and to hold this twisted crown

[Certains s'en inquiètent, c'est vrai.
Certains s'en inquiètent.]

Ever distant
Ever silent
These chains of glass
Order and instinct
This too shall pass

[Certains s'en inquiètent, c'est vrai.
Certains s'en inquiètent.]

So kiss me cold when they chain me down
To have and to hold this twisted crown
So kiss me cold when they pull me down
To have and to hold this twisted crown
So kiss me cold when they drag me down
To have and to hold this twisted crown

[Sometimes art should be nothing but violence
Sometimes art should be nothing but cruelty]


10. NOVEMBERBLUT

…and we're all going around not being quite who we would want to be and so one of the most important things of making space for somebody is to make the space that they can step into and be the person they would like to be. Because what we're dealing with is transformation. Of ourselves. And every single person we meet.

Now everything just seems about to break
Because people don't need proof when they have faith
We surrender when we crawl, when we doubt
If we stop, if we stay quiet, we die

…it's today. The most valuable, precious thing you have in your life is this second. Nothing is better later.

Now instinct has left its warm lair
And courage is back on the wings of prayer
Within our joyous drunkeness
Solitude is accepted
Let it come from within
In each instant of time
With each crumbling

…alle Sorgen, alle kleinlichen Dinge des Lebens, alle Unklarheit und Schwäche fällt ab von uns…

We are all dead
But dancing
In black waves of sleep
All covered with flowers
Seared from within

We stood guard on the ramparts
Shedding our leaves
In beautiful completeness
While they insulted our grief

…er ist bezwungen, er ist unser…


So go ahead and free me [- Allem voran die Tat]
Better dead than kneeling [- Allem voran die Tat]
Our lives deprived of meaning [- Allem voran die Tat]
So stop trying to conceal me [- Allem voran die Tat]


11. WILDE LAGER

We're clubbing traitors in green summer fields
Reality is changing colour
All the nation's sad sweetness
Is flowing from their eyes
And kneaded into time

The sun in our eyes and the rain on our boots
As black as our gift to the world
In this warm bath of black blood
We would give our skin for a beautiful drum


We're chasing traitors through green summer fields
All the way back across the waters
And we would do just about anything
Just to translate this void into substance

Wanting to daub time over
With thick colours
In this sultry heat
This stifling fever heat
We are tender young gods

Love and despair locked in an embrace
Two wilted flowers black and green
Love and despair locked in an embrace
Truth changed its smell as it aged
In the sweat of the August days

In the summer of surrender


12. L’ADIEU AUX ANCIENS

In this naked light
So close to madness
This orgy carried to bloodshed
The partisan on the rooftop
The fiddler in the street
A piece of drunken excess in a freezing dawn
Speckled, white petals
The breeze struck chill to the bone
My hands numb
The althlete's lotion
Their rebirth in distant martyrdom
Places a burden on the heart
Forever unrging me on
In ceaseless motion

Things can never emerge from words
Things can never emerge from words

…nichts, nichts kann mich von euch trennen. Alles muss weitergehen. Die Ewigkeit…die Ewigkeit…

…et dont nous avons tous l'ordre de ne sortir que morts ou vainqueurs, vous gonfliez vos âmes d'ardeur et de décision. C'est à vous que je pense en écrivant, à vous qui devrez mourir en acceptant le baptême de la mort avec la sérénité de vos ancêtres, à vous qui devez passez par-dessus vos morts, et par-dessus leurs tombaux en brandissant dans vos mains le drapeau triomphant, en chantant « et si c'était à refaire, je referais ce chemin…