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Gjak and Justice (Leka and the King) - SELF

Twelve cubits high in the temple square The Diorite speaks to the desert air An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth The king has spoken the iron truth. The Code counts the years, the Blood counts the wrong, Two worlds swear the debt will not sleep long. It’s the unwritten law, the weight of the name Hammurabi’s stone and the Kanun’s flame From the Tigris banks to the Alpine snow The debt we pay is the only way we know. Carved by the sun where the empires bled, Measured in silver, the living and dead. Down in the valley the tablet decides, Up on the ridge the blood remembers the line. Up in the mountains where the clouds turn grey No king is king when the Besa holds sway Gjak për gjak, the mountain’s call The code of Leka is the lord of all. Stone does not forgive, nor does the clan, Both bind the future to the sins of man. One names the crime, one names the door, Justice walks slow, but never stalls. Written in dust, spoken in breath, Law is the echo between life and death. Playlist:    • SELF   "In the lands where empires carved their laws in stone and mountains carved their laws in blood, two codes rose to shape the fate of men. One was written beneath the desert sun, measured in silver and sealed by a king’s decree. The other was spoken in the high valleys, carried by oath, name, and the weight of ancestral honor. Between Hammurabi’s tablet and Leka’s flame, justice became a double-edged inheritance — half carved by rulers, half carried by clans. In this world, the debt never sleeps, the oath never fades, and the echo of law travels from the temple square to the Alpine snow, binding the living to the memory of the dead." ¬¬BH