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Prognan - Naši Životi Više Ne Postoje
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Naši Životi Više Ne Postoje

(2023)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresMelodic Black Metal
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3. Naši Životi Više Ne Postoje (9:15)
[Nakon Cerske bitke, austro-ugarska vojska kreće ponovo u napad:
130 pešadijskih bataljona, 136 artiljerijskih baterija, 4 avionska odjeljenja, kao i flotila sa 9 monitora i 20 drugih brodova.
Domaće snage su rasute i nemoćne. Grad, osim vojnika, brane i civili.
Očajnička borba - treći dan...]

Ljubi me, majko, u smrt ti idem
U ovoj rupi, tu možda poginem
Ljubim te, ženo, čuvaj nam sina
Nek' nekad noću čuje kako za mnom plače violina...

I svaki metar pređen vodi me k vama bliže...

"Vi ste tu, a ja na dnu,
Rane još me bole
Ma nek' ste tu, rane moje
svakog od vas vole

Što li spremaš, moj živote,
Dovršena j' skica
Isti scenario
Samo druga lica

Da si tu, sad bih ti,
Draga, stis'o ruku
Kad odlazih, plakala si,
čuo sam po zvuku

Suza, što padaše na srce moje
teže nego išta
Jer znam, pratila si me
do mog stratišta..."

Dajem sve svoje, došla su vremena smrti
Sudbinu nam kroje glasovi pod kojim drhti
Neboi zemlja i jaram što treba da se zbaci...
Dođite da ginete, vi neznani junaci!

Trube k'o glas smrti zavijaju nas u crno
Tanka je linija života, tek' jedno olovno zrno
Ne znam jel' ima raja, ali vidjeh paklu znaka
na domu braće moje sad zjapi hladna raka.

I svaki metar pređen vodi me k vama bliže...

Vojnici! Junaci!
Naš puk je izbrisan,
Naši životi ne postoje više!
Za kralja - u smrt koračajte gordo
O vama budućnost stranice nek' piše!

"Vi ste tu, a ja na dnu,
Rane još me bole
Ma nek' ste tu, rane moje
svakog od vas vole

Hoćel' sutra reći danas
ime moga sina
Tvoj je otac branio slobodu
od dušmanina!

Da si tu, sad bih ti,
čedo, stis'o ruku
Tek rođenog te ostavih
majci ti na muku

Oj živote, černa smrti,
steže me i grli:
sve se većma moji mrtvi
meni čine neumrli."

English:

OUR LIVES DON'T EXIST ANYMORE

[After the Battle of Cer, the Austro-Hungarian army goes on the attack again:
130 infantry battalions, 136 artillery batteries, 4 aircraft divisions, as well as a flotilla with 9 monitors and 20 other ships.
The domestic forces are scattered and weak. The city, apart from the soldiers, is also defended by civilians.
Our soldier is in the city, valiantly trying to defend it. In it is his pregnant wife.
Desperate fight continues - third day...]

Oh, kiss me mother, I'm going to my death
In this dark hole, I'll probably meet my end
I can't stop thinking of you, my dear wife, take care of our son
Sometimes, at night, let him listen to how violin cries for us

But with every foot in front of me,
I'm one feet closer to you

"You are still there and I'm so weak,
My wounds hurt like hell.
But I don't mind so much pain
As long as both of you are well.

What are you up to, my dear life,
The sketch is all but finished?
It's the same scenario again,
But somehow different actors in it.

I wish you were here, my dear love,
So I can hold your hand in mine,
When I was leaving, you were crying,
I've heard the sound of tears falling on my

Heart, so weak and silent,
But you knew from day one:
You were sending me off,
Kissing me off to my demise."

I would give everything I have - when time of death comes
Our destiny is tailored by voices to whom the earth & sky trembles
But this yoke on our heads is something we must destroy:
So come, fight and die, you heroes unknown!

Trumpets like horns from hell - they invite the certain doom
Between life and death - there's a really thin line
I don't know if there's heaven, but I've seen hell now,
Instead of crosses and graves, the night will be our cover.

With each foot in front of me,
I'm one feet closer to them

Soldiers! You heroes!
Our regiment is erased,
Our lives no longer exist!
Run towards your deaths, run - for king!
Let future generations write stories about you!

"You are still there and I'm so weak,
My wounds hurt like hell,
But I don't mind so much pain
As long as both of you are well.

I hope tomorrow will tell today
The name of my son to me.
I hope it will tell him that his father
fought to save his country.

I wish you were here, my dear child,
So I can hold your hand in mine.
I left you unprotected and just born
In the hands of my wife.

Please Life keep Death away,
It is holding me in it's hands.
The more I live - the more I'm dead
And all of them just slip away..."
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Naši Životi Više Ne Postoje - Album Credits
Members
  • Kob : Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Orchestrations, Songwriting, Lyrics
  • Basher : Drums
Other staff
  • Kob : Mixing, Mastering
  • Christophe Szpajdel : Logo
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