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Ghosts of Catalonia

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⏱️ 5:01 duration
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Onwards together, with boundless visions of hope
The fire of souls alive, on mountains of Aragon
Clarion calls freely answered, and with haste
Brigades, volunteers defending this chosen place

'36 swept in the tides of autonomy
Damning their odious order undone
Blood on the graves of our fathers
Armed with ideas, unwieldy and strong

Awaiting the spit of the fascist
To drive him back into Acheron
We stand at the door of upheaval, alone
As allies seek to appease

Iberia yields to oppression
Berlin gives rise to the Beast
Forward, under Lleidan skies
Condors, winding, circling high

Broken, bodies, brothers at arms
Giving, dying, with hope in their hearts
These days that we live for ourselves
Catalunya, what is to come

Fighting for three years we carried a vision
The anarchist bit, the socialist bled
Is what we had here forgotten
A ghost, a footnote in time long dead?

⏱️ Synced Lyrics

[00:50.56] [KlΓΆppel, Jarvis]
[00:50.81] Onwards together, with boundless visions of hope
[00:57.05] The fire of souls alive, on mountains of Aragon
[01:05.35] Clarion calls freely answered, and with haste
[01:12.13] Brigades, volunteers defending... this chosen place
[01:36.88] '36 swept in the tides of autonomy
[01:39.94] Damning their odious order undone
[01:43.29] Blood on the graves of our fathers
[01:45.92] Armed with ideas, unwieldy and strong
[01:49.64] Awaiting the spit of the fascist
[01:52.68] To drive him back into Acheron
[02:16.35] We stand at the door of upheaval, alone,
[02:19.23] As allies seek to appease
[02:22.93] Iberia yields to oppression,
[02:25.19] Berlin gives rise to the Beast
[02:55.95] Forward, under Lleidan skies
[03:01.45] Condors, winding, circling high
[03:21.57] Broken, bodies, brothers at arms
[03:27.62] Giving, dying, with hope in their hearts
[03:55.41] These days that we live for ourselves,
[03:58.51] Catalunya, what is to come
[04:17.04] Fighting for three years we carried a vision
[04:20.16] The anarchist bit, the socialist bled
[04:24.23] Is what we had here forgotten
[04:27.32] A ghost, a footnote in time long dead?
[04:37.83]

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