The rehearsal of war is over, now we are dressed with the sound of the
wind, my brother. We are painted with the colors of the damned land and me
a frontline warrior on the call of rage, accompanied by the sorcerer’s
A small load for these heavy stepping feet, as a amulet an eye which will
find the lie and a holster thirsty for more blood. The end and our step is
heavier, this appearance overshadows even our tomb.
And all the evil of the world, really, is not enough to stop a body, ready
to die. And just when I thought that time is haunting me; I noticed I was
I was also in the night, you see, of the first time, when east, west,
south, and north met.
There where death sets an ambush from long before, it knows well and
wanders around those places. Like a knife, it cuts the tension that
exists, so intense and painful before the battle. You think that with
every breath you take in poison and every step you take seems a torture.
A heavy atmosphere, but I didn’t fear it, because I am for years its
heaviest piece. All this I see, do not cut me slack and for the battle I
put on the mask again.
I feel dark figures, have become my shadow, and from the north winds I
hear footsteps in my ears. Now in our passage our look shines and in our
view the fire brings our dreams to life.
Always at war and me an unnatural phenomenon, the unexpected of others
seems obvious to me, no one can understand my joy, because if the wankers
drown, I am in my waters.
Even if I have company, in the clash I am alone, a bad habit of mine to
always go first. With no protection, with every precaution, I have lived a
life in what others call a conflict.
Where are you heading, where, and what do you have on your mind, the
battle of the next eve is beginning, I will paint the colour of the sky
purple, so let me tell you what I have in mind.
Where are you looking, where, and you are lost elsewhere again, take
seriously all signs of the weather.
I took the tracks of a nearby path, and don’t be afraid I won’t get lost
THE BATTLE OF THE NEXT EVE HAS BEGUN
SOLIDARITY TO THE HOSTAGES OF WAR:
G.SKOULOUDIS, B.TSILIANIDIS, D.DIMTSIADIS, D.FESSAS, S.TZIFKAS.
TRIAL WEDNESDAY MARCH 21st 2012
Lupo del chaos