KRE’U – A PALAS NON TORRED (2023 – Barbagia Black Metal)

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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”



Source: KRE’U