BAISE MA HACHE- LA CHANSON DES FORGES (English version below)

Описание: Jon : Guitare Lead & Programmation Batterie
Thomas : Guitare Rythmique & Basse
Dej Khim : Introduction et Synthétiseur
Thorwald : Chant
Hreidmarr : Chant
Mixé par Vil’haine et masterisé par WSL Studio.


Three years after « F.E.R.T » , we are coming back this autumn with a new album.
50 minutes of pure French anger.

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SEULS CONTRE TOUS & VIVE LA MORT !


The Song of the Forges

I hear you, formidable clamors! O forges,
Red lights lit in the lands of the poor,
You growl silently, like throats
That swell half-restrained swear words.

When the blind and mad man thinks he has mastered matter,
In your mouths of fire the curses
Roll ominously like distant thunder.
You say: We forge without respite, we forge,

We forge the ball and the hindrance for your feet,
Stupid humanity! We forge the rings
Chains that make you our slave forever.
Go, work, gasp, light the stoves,
Consume the coal, make the cast iron run off
On the steaming sand, beat, crush the iron,
Tempering of sabers, bottom of guns, armor and clutch
The armored ships which straf the sea,

Go, hammer, hammer and build relentlessly
The machines, who better than the old dungeons
Enslave the people and make them poor and cowardly ...
Stupid humanity, we forge, we forge

We forge the ball and the hindrance for your feet,
Stupid humanity! We forge the rings
Chains that make you our slave forever.
Go, work, gasp, light the stoves

The monstrous work with the disease,
We forge chlorosis and stultification
And hate and murder and red fire
And the bloody riot and heavy retribution.

We forge the destiny of your decrepitude;
We will crush your children under our iron pestles,
Spitting to the sky all shaking with daze
The soot and coal of our dreadful hell!

We forge the ball and the hindrance for your feet,
Stupid humanity! We forge the rings
Chains that make you our slave forever.
Go, work, gasp, light the stoves

See! In the soiled azure our high chimneys,
Shafts of black flags that proclaim your fate,
Unroll on the horror of charred moors
Their mourning banners