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The Thousandth Regiment - 25. "Born amid the era of the aeroplane"
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24a. Geboren mit den ersten Aeroplanen
Grüßt uns der helle Himmel unserer Zeit.
Was wallt noch über uns der alten Fahnen
Mordrot enthüllte Schlachtenherrlichkeit?
Wir schlafen ein bei dem vergessenen Gott,
Sonntäglich in die Kirchen kommandiert.
Um unsere Lippen wittert offener Spott,
Wenn sich der Priester in Gebeten ziert.
Wir haben unsere heiligen Ekstasen
Am Sein entlang, das golden uns umstürmt,
Fetzen von Welt, voll Trunkenheit und Leiden.
Es gilt nicht mehr die Völker auszuweiden
Und über Toten, blutig angetürmt,
Choräle und Fanfaren hinzublasen.
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24a. Born amid the era of the aeroplane,
The pert welkin of our age warmly hailed us.
Is it the same sky waving o'er the worn flag
Murderously red and gored in battle lays?
We get off with God as he's unremembered,
Commanded to the churches every Sunday.
A cant, pheromonal reek's upon our lips
As the priest abuses himself in his prayers.
But we still have our truly blessed ecstasies
Engulfing us in gold, being next to
A world in shreds, laden with drunks and the hurt.
For there's no point in emboweling a people,
Piled bloodily on altars, only to
Breathe over them empty fanfares and chorales.
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