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The Black Prophet (Part 1)

from Tetragrammaton by Enoch

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When I wrote the lyrics of this song, it was the period of the second gulf war.
I'm not really into politics and Enoch are by no means into politics; anyway I was impressed by the bombing of Baghdad not for the act of war itself, by those green light in the night, followed by explosions, sirens and machine-gun fires.
I was upset that muslim iraki and americans were fighting a war on the ancient babylonians land; it's been a vile war so opposed to the ones of the ancient history of those lands.
Still in that period I read something about al-qaeda using black flags and symbols of a sort of legend about a black prophet who would have led them into some kind of victory. I was stuck by this image, a black prophet marching against his enemy. Let me remark that this song is not about the gulf wars or al-qaeda and other similar bullshits. I really don't give a fuck when, where or why people kill each others or start a war.
But I read that excerpt of Tacitus (which I put in the spoken part of the song) and found it so fitting to what was happening: modern soldiers with kevlar suites, human-bombs assholes and the whole world fighting just to be free to behave like thugs or pack rats, without caring of the place and the tradition. I was so upset that they were making their poor-minded war near the ancient Ur, with an umbelivable lack of respect. So, as Tacitus said, they steal, they rob and the slaughter and, with a false name, they call it empire. Then, when there's nothing left, they call it peace.

lyrics

Angels and Demons fill my nights
Sorrow and pleasure in endless fight
Sinners and bitches in disguise
I close my eyes and a vortex raise
Longing for a moment of dream and mist
Striking the weakness as a clenched fist
Calling the War from the farest lands
As a black prophet rising from the sands
Exiled and envied, as kings without their land
Black as the void against the blizzard we stand
Avenger destructors of vicious empires
Mourning angels coiled in unquenchable fires


"Predatori del mondo intero, adesso che mancano terre alla loro sete di
totale devastazione, vanno a frugare anche il mare: avidi se il nemico è
ricco, arroganti se povero, genti che ne' l'oriente, ne' l'occidente
possono saziare; loro soli bramano possedere con pari smania ricchezze e
miseria. Rubano, massacrano, rapinano e con falso nome, lo chiamano
impero; infine, dove fanno il deserto, lo chiamano pace."
( Tacitus, 84 e.v. )

I come within the Thunder, from above and below
I creep and I fly, from above and below
As a whirlwind of flame We shall come forth
Cleansing in fire from the south and the North

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from Tetragrammaton, released January 6, 2004

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