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Belo Dunum, Echoes from the Past

(2011)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresDeath Metal
LabelsPunishment 18 Records
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Votes :  0
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Belo Dunum, Echoes from the Past Lyrics

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1. I Was (5:57)
I fought for my country
Under the royal tricolour flag
Suffering, cold, death and honour in my life
I cried tears for friends
I can see again now
The Austrian death cancelled me
But my memory makes me alive

When I was born nothing existed
No one of the things you've got now
In the cradle of dolomites
Where the wind of witches blows rage
And the Basilisk look after the integrity of our roots

I'll tell Myths and legends
which kept me company in the trench
Histories of giants and demons that fill my places
Mount Serva watched over me

I died in a filthy trench
Where no bell was ringing for me
Only the voices of our brothers
The Alpines
Here and now, I dance with the souls of the old men
But I'll come back to my mother's home
No one will forget me

I saw the new probable Messiah
Killed by servants of ambition
I saw a mad dressed like a scientist
Modifuing organism, CreHated from No_Thing
I perceived the vibration of collapsing Mountains
Broken lives, never forgotten memories
An endless horror
A cross that the time can't erase

When I was born nothing existed
No one of the things you've got now
In the cradle of dolomites
Where the wind of witches blows rage
And the Basilisk look after the integrity of our roots

You'll read in this row my story
Stories kept in my memories
Now forget your present
And hear the past
The voices of the ancient
Will guide you in these stories
Buried in time
2. Teveròn, the Sleeping Giant (3:30)
In a nameless village
The smell of Spring spreads in the air
But this scent hides something hellish and rotten
Ghastly being curse in the air
Witches are waiting, hidden in foul-smelling dens
Hordes of wolves pull up live at their beck and call
Terrible dreams infest nights

Endless Blood, death and sorrow
Giant save this raped land
Raped by filthy cursed beings
Born from the sperm of the wicked

The witches are crouched down
Next to the spinning wheel
They weaved writhed woofs
They train greedy armies to sate their appetites
They grasp children cursing them forever

Wake up Teveròn and save our souls
Let remove famine and nightmares of the night
Let bring back life to the ancient glory of our lands
Violated by damned souls
Wake up Teveròn

Your sacrifice is immolated in the rocks
The spell sentenced you
Now your soul is stone, your face is Mountain
The altar of your memory will always graze clouds
Protects us!

Green clearings and impervious Mountains
The Forest is grasped by the wind
Impietous streams flow like time
Echoes of the Past

Endless Blood, death and sorrow
Giant save this raped land
Raped by filthy cursed beings
Born from the sperm of the wicked

Teveròn your story
Wille be write on the rocks
Your blood will be the water of the streams
Which will quench animals and man's thirst
Your tears will be rain and snow
Teveròn, the eternal legend
3. The Legend of Càzha Selvàrega (4:15)
Tha damned night, while coming back home
I heard the grim moan of Mount Serva
Cursed barking were obsessing the valley
With endless weird echoes
A pack of black and infernal dogs
Guided by the Demon of hunt
With their hellish fire-eyes
Was hounding the sinner's souls

Through those arcane woods
Eternal oblivion

Agonizing calvary
Through the forests
A witch laugh
Sitting on the rock

Càzha Selvàrega
Condanna eterna
Inferno dei lamenti
Scappano le anime
Dall'atroce giustizia
Demone dei mali purifica il peccato
Anime, invocate il perdono eterno

Obscure presences on the steep slopes
The Witches celebrated the Sabbath around the fire
In the name of the Lord of Hunt
Unholy army of dogs, mortal lives-starved

Fury of the immortal dogs
Storm under the light of the moon
Black rain burns the trees
Cold wind freezes the earth

I can still smell the piquancy of the night
Pungent as pine-needles
The woods were trembling and the sky was crying
It was Càzha Selvàrega
Sinner's abyss
4. Artiglieria Alpina (5:33)
"Al comando dei nostri ufficiali
Combatteremo fucile alla mano
Difenderemo il suolo italiano
Onore Alpino nella storia vivrà"

Difesa dei confini
In Montagna nel gelo infernale
Tormenta, incubo ghiacciato delle nostre anime
Giorni di marcia stremante
Zaini pesante che incidono le spalle
Il gelo è una spada che taglia la pelle
I nostri muli trasportano l'artiglieria da Montagna
Compagni della nostra dolorosa missione

Tra le rocce ed i crepacci
Dove solo l'Alpino può resistere nel gelo
Costante e mortale

Sulle alte cime dei monti
Tuona il mortaio
Gli Alpini sono pronti
Al triste calvario

In lontananza sento un coso
Sono le voci dei caduti che ci dan forza
Siamo gli Alpini che fan la guerra
Tra le lacrime ed il sangue

Storm, artillery
Alps in agony
Clash of blood and tears
Eyes of pain and fear

Artiglieria Alpina

Nessuna tregua per noi Alpini
Mani congelate sul fucile
All'assalto con onore
Colpo in canna contro il nemico

Quelle nuvole cinerine
Solcanti il plumbeo cielo
Squarciato dal rombo del cannone
Sono i nostri giorni polverizzati
Quelle stalattiti che gocciolano lacrime
Come il pianto di una madre lontana
Sono i nostri sogni che ghiacciano al gelo
Di questa Montagna, tempio della nostra memoria
5. The Guardian (2:39)
Instrumental
6. 33 Days of Pontificate (Vatican Inc) (4:34)
100 days to crush all their certainties
The life of who own nothing

He had been elected by the hand
Of the liar men on the earth
On the throne of shame
A man from the Mountains can't be a problem
A man from the Mountains can't destroy
A reign of sharks and lies of the cross

33 days of pontificate

Nunzio vobis gaudium magnum!
Habemus Victimam
Cardinalem Albinum Luciani

Bears, sharks and gangsters united in the name of God

33 days of pontificate
Heads will fall like corpse from the sky
33 days to die
vatican Incorporated is always right... to die

Only one day is enough to understand
Rot nestled on a rotten carcass
The life of those who believe in the secular lie
In the hands of a band of jackals
Hungered for a power like beasts
Before human viscern

Vatican Incorporated

33 days of pontificate
Vatican Incorporated
7. An Old Dusty Dream Vajont, 9 Ottobre 1963 (4:34)
An old man is watching me
At the end of that valley
In that dark an dusty house
Which hides cursed words
And smells of unburied corpses
That old man is bleeding now
His head is bleeding and he laughs
He keeps on watching me becouse he knows me

Observing the high tops of Dolomites
He sharpens hir red knives
And waits patiently the moment in wich we will unite

The red river is chasing me
Along that vertical road
That scary road
That endless road

My eyes are bleeding
Dim view and sorrow
Mountains are speaking to me
And I have already heard these voices
I have already seen that old man in my dreams
The sky is turning grey, misty storm clouds
Threatening thunders rive the still
Bursts of light flare up in the air
Cutting the rocky sides of the Mountains

The moist grass makes me wince
Along that vertical road
That road where evil lives
That road where you can speak with the dead
The red river is chasing me
Along that vertical road
That scary road
That endless road

A freezing wind hisse among the trees
It's the singing of the solemn Dolomites
Sometimes I can still hear it

I must find a shelter, the storm is coming
The storm of the legends

An old man is watching me
At the end of that valley
In that dark an dusty house
Which hides cursed words

An old an dusty dream...
An old an dusty dream...
8. Life Before Nothing (4:18)
You'll build the final work, No one can stop you
You'll reach your goal, treading on anyone
It will be a blood paved road
But everyone will turn pale in the face on your result
You will go beyond all human and moral bounds
Your mission will remain in history
Like gods exploits

And when we danced
On your last breaths
We couldn't believe into an end so close
Condemned to the disaster
Turn to pieces by the rage of water

Blood, sweat, iron and cement
You are S.A.D.E., you are the state in the state
You have no laws
You are not scared by the deads

The dirty hands, soiled by blood
Won't be yours
We can't do anything
You can't do anything

The damn is raising
Thanks to the work of victims
Imposing and majestic
Like a temple of the Gods
A monument to the greatness
Which controls impassively the valley
As a queen dominates her subjects
With her mortal scepter

Mount TOC is moving, only dreams of a few boots
No one will hear nothing from out rotten mouths
Your government: only ghosts
Useless zombies in your hands
Our alarms won'r pass through the cement

And when we danced
On your last breaths
We couldn't believe into an end so close
Condemned to the disaster
Killed by the killing water

La terra trema, non c'è più scampo
Avanza l'onda di morte
Tuona la valle disperata
9. Scream of 2000 Screams (5:05)
"Longaròn no la ghe n'é pì
Strazhiàda dai lamént de chi che l'ha pers tùt
Longaròn l'é da brentàna de làgreme
N'dove che naviga le anime dele vitime
Doimila se contarà
Omi, fémene, bòce, la tragedia no la fa distinzhiòn
E se 'n dì pasaré par chela val
Fursi ghe rivaré 'ncora a sentir
Chéi lamént de dolòr"

Corpses everywhere, dried eyes
Desperate hands craving for a breathe of life
Between water and mud
The announced destruction has happened
Without anybody doing anything
Are you satisfied?
Did you reach your goal?
You spilled death and blood
Like those who once sawed life and hope
You created a monster
Trespassing limits that even a god
Would have dared to reach
Death will torment your damned lives

Silence... roar, debris everywhere
The night adviser brings death and sorrow
Towns razed to the ground
Lives broken by the hand of man

Dead float in the killing water
Dead flat in the souls of the killes still alive

Twothousand dead
S.A.D.E. bringer of death

You will be just cannon fodder
Former corpses roaming on the Earth
They shall pay your tribute
Death will be your faithful inseparable mate
Every night it will mate with you
In an orgy that will lead you to madness
It will take you in the land of no return
You will be shipped in a hopeless land

You will be remembered
Like the one who remembers murders
A shame that no purifying
Water will be able to wash away

Your conscience will consume
You like the gangrene consume flesh
Making it food for the worms
Making you food for yourselves
10. The Memory (1:22)
Instrumental
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