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The Genius of Dust - Communist Crimes in Romania

Song Info & Lyrics: Lyrics by Nick W. Greger Composed by Nick W. Greger Produced by Nick W. Greger + LYRICS: The Golden Age of Fear The Sun of the Carpathians rose, casting shadows long and wide, A gilded picture frame around the despot and his bride. Nicolae, the Great Leader, the 'Genius' of the land, A portrait hung in every hall, commanded by his hand. While Elena arranged her court, beneath the crimson flag, The promises of plenty turned to bitter, threadbare rags. But every wall had ears, and every whisper was recorded, By the omnipresent malice of the service he afforded: The Securitate moved in silence, a pervasive, freezing dread, Monitoring the living, and interrogating the dead. Dissent was poison in the air, opponents disappeared, A system built on famine, yet eternally revered. The Austerity Hymn We traded light for silence, we traded heat for stone, A nation starved in darkness, paying down a foreign loan. The debt was paid with hunger, the factories ran cold, While the 'Golden Age' was broadcast, a lie too often told. The rationed cuts of meat, the two hours of TV time, A people shrinking slowly in a vast and frozen clime. And the Genius of the Carpathians was simply choking dust, A monument of terror built on absolute distrust. Decree and Concrete He ordered life where life could not survive the empty plate, Decree 770 sealed the children's brutal fate. The cradles overflowed with shame, unwanted and unnourished, Abandoned infants left to rot where state neglect flourished. The children's Gulags, cold and vast, where illness spread like fire, A forced population soaring, fueling the dictator's ire. He drove the peasants from the soil, the villages were marked, Systematisation plans where history was starkly bulldozed dark. The men who worked the fields were choked in concrete towers tall, His vision of modernity was built to make them crawl. His Grand Design required the nation bowed, compliant, and repressed, A communist cathedral where only ruin was blessed. The Austerity Hymn We traded light for silence, we traded heat for stone, A nation starved in darkness, paying down a foreign loan. The debt was paid with hunger, the factories ran cold, While the 'Golden Age' was broadcast, a lie too often told. The rationed cuts of meat, the two hours of TV time, A people shrinking slowly in a vast and frozen clime. And the Genius of the Carpathians was simply choking dust, A monument of terror built on absolute distrust. December’s Roar Then the ice began to break in the streets of Timișoara, For a gentle pastor exiled, the people found their aura. The protests grew, the fists were raised, the whispers turned to sound, The Securitate fired, but the rebels gained the ground. The Bucharest square swelled, the speeches stuttered, failed, The last illusion shattered, the dictator finally paled. He fled the roof with Elena, clutching at the dying dream, A helicopter roaring, escaping the human stream. The army turned their faces, they embraced the changing tide, No longer slaves to terror, nowhere left for him to hide. Târgoviște Captured in Târgoviște, on a stark and bitter Christmas Day, The trial was swift, the judgment clear, no argument to sway. Guilty of genocide, of ruining the country's heart, The cameras rolled for the finale, his final, panicked part. They dragged him to the barrack wall, forty years dissolving fast, The 'Genius of the Carpathians' was nothing built to last. The trigger pulled, the silence broke, the brutal reign was through, The film of the execution proved the nightmare was untrue. Just dust. Just dust. The price of gold paid in the frozen light. Just dust. + supported by THE ORDER 777 https://www.mns-qs.org/the-order-777....