The warrior steps on his buddy's head and pushes himself off his brother in arms' dead body - when this latter falls in battle for the common goal. No mercy here!
No respect for the dead, no fear for the ones who die in the battle. This is how we decided long before we went to fight this merciless War together.
So, I step on the top of the head of your most venerated one, the precious and blessed one… This very one is now watching my back, shouting orders to me, over my shoulder.
I desecrate his past work by not appreciating enough my idol - this is what he wants! I am not grateful enough for what my co-combatants have accomplished during their lives. I don't appreciate enough how they lived their lives or how they led the battle… I study their mistakes, enjoy when I discover the flaw in their tactics for I won't repeat them! Whoever they are, I hear their screams now. I hear them giving me new orders, always new ones. They say: Don't think, don't hesitate my darling! Keep climbing this hill, attack, attack!!! Keep on moving, don't avoid anything and anybody and never hesitate!
On and on I hear their voices… Stop trembling now, don't fear anything, keep your hand steady, stop the heart doubting, don't let your eye miss...
I fight against everybody. There is no friend here, my heart is my only friend. The only brother - my heart! A friend in the battle. The heart is the only commander in chief - I AM the heart!
Against everybody. Against my fellow braves, I fight even more fiercely because my heart commands it!
I look for a flaw that made them lose their lives, I break, I open, I destroy! Even worse! I browse through their books and spit on them! I take their most sacred lines, the heart of their heart, and humiliate them. I insult them - before I kill them! I call them names even when they die on my hands when my buddies in the battle for our common goal die on my hands.
I beat the dead. I kick their dead bodies even when they're lifeless, I want to be sure they didn't forget to give me directions, show me something, giving me the last detail… Maybe they will come back, change their minds and stay here with me… Some more time, some more life. Until the next defeat!
I trouble their long deserved rest. I provoke them and poke them with questions like: didn't you have enough, huh!?
I don't ask why all this… nor where is this taking me. My Heart wants it and My Heart knows no mercy! He wants to know WHY and won't stop till he knows. In 1992 I wrote this for my fellow warriors for Truth. All of the past and present! And I write this for You too! There is somewhere all my respect and disrespect in there. Respect and disrespect for the Dead who dominate this world. What you have lifted – now put back down! The Dead are breathing YOUR air.
So, I step on the top of the head of your most venerated one, the precious and blessed one… This very one is now watching my back, shouting orders to me, over my shoulder.
I desecrate his past work by not appreciating enough my idol - this is what he wants! I am not grateful enough for what my co-combatants have accomplished during their lives. I don't appreciate enough how they lived their lives or how they led the battle… I study their mistakes, enjoy when I discover the flaw in their tactics for I won't repeat them! Whoever they are, I hear their screams now. I hear them giving me new orders, always new ones. They say: Don't think, don't hesitate my darling! Keep climbing this hill, attack, attack!!! Keep on moving, don't avoid anything and anybody and never hesitate!
On and on I hear their voices… Stop trembling now, don't fear anything, keep your hand steady, stop the heart doubting, don't let your eye miss...
I fight against everybody. There is no friend here, my heart is my only friend. The only brother - my heart! A friend in the battle. The heart is the only commander in chief - I AM the heart!
Against everybody. Against my fellow braves, I fight even more fiercely because my heart commands it!
I look for a flaw that made them lose their lives, I break, I open, I destroy! Even worse! I browse through their books and spit on them! I take their most sacred lines, the heart of their heart, and humiliate them. I insult them - before I kill them! I call them names even when they die on my hands when my buddies in the battle for our common goal die on my hands.
I beat the dead. I kick their dead bodies even when they're lifeless, I want to be sure they didn't forget to give me directions, show me something, giving me the last detail… Maybe they will come back, change their minds and stay here with me… Some more time, some more life. Until the next defeat!
I trouble their long deserved rest. I provoke them and poke them with questions like: didn't you have enough, huh!?
I don't ask why all this… nor where is this taking me. My Heart wants it and My Heart knows no mercy! He wants to know WHY and won't stop till he knows. In 1992 I wrote this for my fellow warriors for Truth. All of the past and present! And I write this for You too! There is somewhere all my respect and disrespect in there. Respect and disrespect for the Dead who dominate this world. What you have lifted – now put back down! The Dead are breathing YOUR air.
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