Clandestine Chronicles from Catalunya Lyrics


The ghosts still sleep here

Phantoms of war

You can still hear them

Hexing Franco

Betrayed by the Popular Front

Much to anarchists’ affront

The ghosts still sleep here

Phantoms of war

You can still hear them

Hexing Franco

Thus must be told the clandestine chronicles from Catalunya

Esoteric science, societies moneyless

Governed without leaders, exercise on freedom

A flower blooming from revolution

Sprouting forth a union, doomed to wither

The authoritarian and the charlatan

together cornered the utopian

The proper coming evil

will be crushed by the unwavering spirit