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KRE'U - A PALAS NON TORRED (2023 - Barbagia Black Metal)

PRE-ORDER A5 Hardcover Digibook CD/ Special Edition http://krehu.bandcamp.com/   / krehu.barbagia   2023 ISPANTU PRODUTZIONES & FALCE PRESS Music by : KRE'U BRUSIORE (Ignazio Cuga) - Vocals - Guitars - Bass - Mandolin - Lyrics S'INDZINNERI (Filippo Mereu) - Sound Design SU BRIGADORE (Nicola Piras) - Drums Video Credits Camera: Francesco Noli Video Editing: Ignazio Cuga SARDU: A Pàlas Non Tòrred Issùrta su tzàkkidu e sos òssos i' sa tùmba de su ^ì fhùsti ìtte k'ést àbbarràu? Orrùtta sa vanidàde ést ingurtìa dàe s'ùmbra de su Destìnu prùs dissisperàu. A su sònu e sa ^ampàna moribùnda ^antànd' a mùttos ti k'àn interràu Pre^àn po tùe a fhùrriu sar Biùdas ma ké ténen su Dimòniu lumenàu. "a pàlas non tòrred, ^é Béntu ìn Ivérru, cassàu l'àd sa Mòrte, miskìnu, dadzéli unu trèttu ìn su fhò^u 'e s'Ifférru ^ì non bùsked prùs su ^amìnu" Ammènta, su màle semenàu ìn s'Esistèntzia, sos ^ì po gùrpas tùas non àn mandi^àu, badiàlos, sos òcros de sa gàna e s'Innotzéntzia, crì^an su Pàne ^ì ké l'às fhuràu. Su fhérru lì'àr bo^àu a prepoténtzia a ^ìe, miskinu, ìn ùngras t'ést intràu, l'às fhàttu marrànias a dògna aréntzia, tòttu àr bruttàu ìn ùbe sés ^olàu. k'ést tàrdu po pre^àre, po pedìre perdònu, sos òcros divoràos dàe sos frèmes... Sa ^àrre ^i s'issòntzad no àd a tènner ^ònzòlu, no àd a bìer mài prùs s'arbèsser. Pentzàvas, ^ùn ànimu intzurpàu de arrogàntzia ^ì sa dzustìtzia nòn t'àviad to^àu, Lassàvas, a dògna pàssu làcrimas e màntzas si^ùru ^i nòn t'àren osserbàu, Nontésta, niédda, un ùmbra intràd' ést ì' s'istàntzia, dromì' ì su léttu t'àd a^àttàu, e lèstra, ^ùn d'ùna sòla iscàrriga e violèntzia ìn su sàmbene tùo t'ad àfho^àu. No às pòrtziu ^ìstionàre, màncu po su perdònu, e s'ùrtim'àlidu ìn gùtturu s'arréssed. Su ^òrpus tùo sàngrau, imboddi^à' ìn d'ùnu nenzòlu, no àd a bìer mài prùs s'arbèsser. "a pàlas non tòrred, ^é béntu ìn ivèrru, cassàu l'àd sa Mòrte miskìnu. Serràl' ì' s'ungròne ò tùe Lutzifèrru, ^ì nòn bùsked prùs su ^amìnu" ENGLISH: That He don't go back Listen to the breaking of the bones in the grave of what you were, what is left? Vanity has fallen and is swallowed by the shadow of the most desperate fate. At the sound of the dying bell singing to the dead they buried you the widows all around pray for you but they have already mentioned the Devil. “That he don't come back, like the wind in winter Death caught Him, poor man, give Him a place in the fire of hell that he no longer find the way” Remember the evil sown in existence those who have not eaten for your guilt, look at them, the eyes of hunger and innocence, they look for the bread you stole from them. With arrogance you extracted the blade to who, poor man, passed through your nails you have offended every family you have dirtied everything where you have passed. It's too late to pray, to ask for forgiveness, your eyes devoured by maggots, the flaking flesh will have no consolation will never see the sunrise again you thought, with a mind blinded by arrogance that Justice would not touch you you left tears and stains with every step sure no one was watching you. Tonight, a black shadow entered the room found you asleep in bed and fast, with a single burst of violence in your own blood he drowned you. You couldn't speak, not even for forgiveness, and the last breath gets stuck in your throat, your bled body, wrapped in a sheet, and you'll never see the sunrise again “that He do not come back, like a winter wind death kidnapped Him, poor man, close Him in a corner, oh you lucifer, that He will never find his way back”