Ghosts Of Catalonia

(الألبوم: Traitors - 2008)

Onwards together, with boundless visions of hope
The fire of souls alive, on mountains of Aragon
Clarion calls freely answered, and with haste
Brigades, volunteers defending this chosen place

'36 swept in the tides of autonomy
Damning their odious order undone
Blood on the graves of our fathers
Armed with ideas, unwieldy and strong
Awaiting the spit of the fascist
To drive him back into Acheron

We stand at the door of upheaval, alone
As allies seek to appease
Iberia yields to oppression
Berlin gives rise to the Beast
Forward, under Lleidan skies
Condors winding, circling high
Broken bodies, brothers at arms
Giving, dying with hope in their hearts

These days that we live for ourselves
Catalunya, what is to come

Fighting for three years we carried a vision
The anarchist bit, the socialist bled
Is what we had here forgotten
A ghost, a footnote in time long dead?