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"I know this is a dangerous and barbarous way but without it there is no salvation. It is essential that revolutionaries should be possessed by a demon, and nothing but the anarchy of revolution can fill their bodies with this demon." -Mikhail Bakunin

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THE ORPHANS OF BAKUNIN AND PISAREV

Like Nechayev on the Ice

Corpse drifting in the deep

Lost in eddies of the Abyss

Dropsied reason fades to sleep

Sleep

By the rule of flame and lead

Where blood must water soil

To hope for promised bread

Yet for the sickle do they toil

Now reap!

My Brothers we've seen you fall

in the fields of Ukraine

Comrade can't you see

The Iron Curtain

was a Shroud

O! The Hammer of Belphegor!

By the Promise of Belphegor!

By the Cogs of Belphegor!

By the Thrashers of Belphegor!

Belphegor!

Hungry hands those proletarians

Yet hungrier still industry's machine!

No Gods! No Masters!

The Syndicate burns the world in the Black Flames!

Neither God! Nor Master!

Just Ashes and the Crown which the Urn Contains!

By the Hundred Million Heads

By the Propaganda of the Deed

We Raise the Flaming Toast

To bring Cosmos to his knees

Anangke! Erebus! Xaos! Anarchy!

No Gods! No Masters!

The Syndicate burns the world in the Black Flames!

Neither God! Nor Master!

Just Ashes and the Crown which the Urn Contains!

Don’t you see!

Every Emancipator Has enslaved the Free!