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BAISE MA HACHE- LA CHANSON DES FORGES (English version below)

Jon : Guitare Lead & Programmation Batterie Thomas : Guitare Rythmique & Basse Dej Khim : Introduction et Synthétiseur Thorwald : Chant Hreidmarr : Chant Mixé par Vil’haine et masterisé par WSL Studio. Three years after « F.E.R.T » , we are coming back this autumn with a new album. 50 minutes of pure French anger. Stay tune on our Instagram/Telegram/Facebook channels for more news. Instagram : baisemahache_crew Telegram : https://t.me/baisemahache Facebook :   / les-soldats-de-la-musique-107476984862801   Labels : https://lessoldatsdelamusique.bigcart... : https://hammerbolt.bigcartel.com SEULS CONTRE TOUS & VIVE LA MORT ! The Song of the Forges I hear you, formidable clamors! O forges, Red lights lit in the lands of the poor, You growl silently, like throats That swell half-restrained swear words. When the blind and mad man thinks he has mastered matter, In your mouths of fire the curses Roll ominously like distant thunder. You say: We forge without respite, we forge, We forge the ball and the hindrance for your feet, Stupid humanity! We forge the rings Chains that make you our slave forever. Go, work, gasp, light the stoves, Consume the coal, make the cast iron run off On the steaming sand, beat, crush the iron, Tempering of sabers, bottom of guns, armor and clutch The armored ships which straf the sea, Go, hammer, hammer and build relentlessly The machines, who better than the old dungeons Enslave the people and make them poor and cowardly ... Stupid humanity, we forge, we forge We forge the ball and the hindrance for your feet, Stupid humanity! We forge the rings Chains that make you our slave forever. Go, work, gasp, light the stoves The monstrous work with the disease, We forge chlorosis and stultification And hate and murder and red fire And the bloody riot and heavy retribution. We forge the destiny of your decrepitude; We will crush your children under our iron pestles, Spitting to the sky all shaking with daze The soot and coal of our dreadful hell! We forge the ball and the hindrance for your feet, Stupid humanity! We forge the rings Chains that make you our slave forever. Go, work, gasp, light the stoves See! In the soiled azure our high chimneys, Shafts of black flags that proclaim your fate, Unroll on the horror of charred moors Their mourning banners