“Ami, entends-tu le vol noir des corbeaux sur la plaine?
Ami, entends-tu le bruit sourd du pays qu’on enchaîne?
Ohé partisans, ouvriers et paysans, c’est l’alarme!”

sydaris“Til shade is gone,
til water is gone
Into the shadow with teeth bared
Screaming defiance with the last breath
To spit in Death’s eye on the Last Day.”

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