savaş sorununun özüne inen,
gaddarlığı,saygısızlığı lanetleyen,
belki de küba krizinin yaşandığı ve
insan hakları yürüyüşlerinin
çokça olduğu yıllarda yazıldığı için
biraz karanlık ama sorgulamaktan da vazgeçmeyen
bir bob dylan şarkısı..
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
savaşın babaları.. bob dylan'dan bir barış şarkısı.. şimdilerde çok ihtiyacımız olan bir barış şarkısı..
"Umarım ölürsünüz.
Ölümünüz yakındır
Soğuk bir öğleden sonra
Tabutunuzun ardından gideceğim
Ve ölüm yatağınıza indirilirken
Seyredeceğim sizi.
Ve bekleyeceğim mezarınızın başında
Gerçekten öldüğünüzden emin olana dek."
strike!
fast and hard, show no mercy for these men
the vermin of christ, prophets of lies and their disciples
seek them out, hunt them down
break their spirits, crush their hearts
not even death will set them free from this pain
charge!
ride them down as they flee from our steel
draw their blood, make them suffer
before they die by war-field sacrifice
wipe them out! burn their homes and fields
feed the wolves with their offspring, annihilate them all!
masters of war, torment every soul
rape every whore that carries the cross
fire!
burn them all, burn them alive
send their souls to deathqueen's hall
to the land of cold burning flames
send them to the land of famine and despair
eternally they will starve and freeze
