Laibach
Apology Laibach
Apology Laibach
Since when, sons of truth, are you brothers of the night?
Why are your hands red with blood?
Explosion in the night is the rose of grief,
it is impossible to make excuses with it.
There is no altar that can be broken,
the altar of lies that multiplies the forms .
Blessed painting, painless lights,
the only shelter of terrifying nights.
We are children of the spirit and brothers of power,
whose curse is not fulfilled' i.
We are black ghosts from this world,
singing a crazy image of woe.
The interpretation is a whip' and you bleed':
Break the mirror of the world by the hundreds, -< br/>your effort is in vain. We have passed the night:
our debt is paid
and there is light for us.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the brothers of night?
What colors your hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the night is the flower of woe,
nothing can be justified by it.
The altar cannot be destroyed,
the altar of lies, that multiplies shapes.
The spotless picture, the painless light,
the only harbors of the terrible night.
We are the children of the spirit and the brothers of strength ,
whose promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of this world,
we sing the mad image of woe.
The explanation is the whip and you bleed.< br/>Break the mirror of the world for the hundredth time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We have overcome the night:
our debt has been paid
and the light is ours .)

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