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:: Crusades:

: POEM IN OLD FRENCH {medieval} talk:

and I am greatly amused at the call, I still smile ...

In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.


Your ladies admired our triumphant battles,
By launching lilies on the edges of our highways.
humiliate acrobats, although great playwrights.
unnecessary Rebellions of your people who revolt.

Populace raging drunk elixir,
It is not fitting for the people to abjure his Sir, to shake the thrones
the unjust tyrants,
In the path of Prophet magnanimous away.

O glorious steeds warring body and soul! We will go carousing
the success of Islaam.
Massacring paladins and scrap Crusaders.
Fine Flower regraciés lords forever.

O wicked! So long, you've denied. Prisoners
we will up your grooms.
Always be inhabited these memories: When
by our champions, yours were molested.

A fire and blood we reduce your vineyards.
Damoiseaux fornicating in the sheets of your noble. Then
We seized them thrones where you sit.
sang the minstrels of the failures. In

committed all the fiefs of vassals fall. Our right and our
seigneurial rights extend. Pour
we tithe, we became semesters. Since
on your domains, we n'estions welcome. When the fall

Roy of the Earth's Satan. Fleeing
on her palfrey, the peasants feasting.
And stop the beggars, the Lord, to associate, for giving him equal
cattle deified.


: Abu-Hind 2011::

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Former Ghosts - Fleurs (2009)

"We lived flowers. So much for the lifts'

In a moment forget the sweetness, preference pain, we delight in the ice, the grouchy ... Better revel, roll in his own resentments, the better to forget sweet and painful to believe, we listen to this disc Train Ghosts. We will listen with pleasure forced, as we listen to scratch a wound useless while saying that listening is a "necessary step" unless the "necessary step" was perfectly concordant with the season it is especially well Concurring with the mood. In short, we remain murky, demotivated against everything, we look at the ceiling, the music will rise. It will be a disaster, we revel in the accident, we will pretend it hurts ...

summarize: Former Ghosts is a kind of super group, a super group a little elsewhere, a clique made up of steep Jamie Stewart (Xiu Xiu), Freddy Ruppert (This Song Is a Mess Purpose So Am) and Nika Roza (Zola Jesus) ... These three then there is nothing spontaneous, more often they are thought to cremation as a single file, usually as tense hopping ... Ian Curtis Two false true true and false Siouxsie Sioux, glitch beats and electronics, dissonant sounds, synthesizers soaked in their own reverb ... Thereupon Freddy Ruppert and Nika Roza chant disturbing stories (Jamie Stewart, he is content to see and drumming, it is there to see and drumming ...) All this is situated on the edge of melancholy and loss, of the real stiffness and pain palpable.

question is whether we frôlons not forced, the overacting, the dummy for everything. This great pain she is not fake? Is there something tangible between the big horn and sincerity? It is fine to say that sincerity is not a value either (there are many sincere idiots) we still feel that the three that concern us stiff pitching resolutely on the side of sincerity. By listening, you always feel they wear their heart on their hands, their stories of love, grief, death, life experience and feel that their lyricism that never goes ... Let's pretend that we exchange "for anything gothic "false desperate cluttering too often this kind of musical enjoyment.

To really convince, we hear Mother, a song which seems Freddy Ruppert to contact his dead mother; touch icing if any. We will not forget this desperate refrain, the chorus where he "feels nowhere at home", we will not forget and it's our turn to speak our dead ...

I Can not Believe It Is Almost Five Years
and So Much Has Changed Since You've Been Gone
There Are A Million Things I wish I could tell you like I've put a
Girl Whose eyes draw me in to a world
Where My Heart Beats Faster

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:: THE BLACK ROSES:




In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful


grieving eyes like the sky fall,
The burden of suffering imposed on their petals.
And when all work stops and freezes time.
They become these widows, deprived of their spring.

is the emptiness of the princes whose hearts have fallen;
the lure of battle they have died.
And red roses was draped in black.
The heart full of blood, drowning all their hopes.

They observe death and its routes, dignified funeral
Where have replaced the wedding.
relive their love on the banks of Firdaus.
At the sight of their men become fixtures.

war brides love martyrs.
They saw the hawks chase doves
And roses bloom ahead of combat heroes graves
away, one last smile.

Gardens Caucasus become cemeteries.
And the breezes that caress the dead plains.
And the nights of insomnia in the reveries of hatred.
Vibrates yet this love in their souls as a whole.

blood of the oppressors, run rivers,
To have transformed our cradles coffins.
Verses of the Holy Book have softened the grief, warmed
And the tears of widows princesses.

infants died without knowing peace.
And their blood is still shining on the lips tongues.
They will bury themselves underground.
And mourn their distress in a thick silence.

Feelings died in agony bloody
When the smell of horror spreads through the air.
messages of love remembered endless. The faces have
pallor funeral for complexion.

Impetuous despair in a heart of bitterness.
If there was faith and splendid foam.
What would happen to their widows hoping warriors?
she cried rivers until the Last Day? And

kohl traced paths tearful
on their cheeks, that nobody dare touch.
Fatherless, the husband pulled out. Under
Willow solitary, they will s'ombrager. O

the dark roses adorned with black diamonds! Whatever you pray
revive your hopes:
lost lovers never be a time.
They write their love for you with their blood.

Kisses deposited on the fronts cooled
Corpses elongated eyes to Heaven.
Weep not for those brave men who gave you roses,
Preferring the afterlife, the Hi of their cause.

Their petals, the martyrs, have reserved their charms.
the morning dew lays her tears.
pain of seeing these heroes die they loved.
And laughter, gone, forever.

These queens of the war to look invisible.
Black Roses blooming on fields of suffering.
O brave companions of the fight, rush.
In defense of a book forever invincible.


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