Rotting Christ "Elthe Kirie | Ἐλθέ Kύριε" lyrics

Elthe Kirie | Ἐλθέ Kύριε

Ἔ πόση ὀργὴ τὴν χθόνια καταγωγή του φανερώνει ὅ Πενθέας,Ὅ ἀπόγονος τοῦ δράκοντα, ὅ σπόρος τοῦ γηγενοὺς Ἐχίονα.Ὄχι ἄνθρωπος θνητός, τέρας αγριωπό,Γίγαντας φονικὸς ποὺ πολεμάει μὲ θεούς.Σὲ λίγο, ἐμένα, τὴν ὀπαδὸ τοῦ Βρόμιου, μὲ βρόχους θὰ μὲ δέσει,Ἐνῶ ἤδη μέσα στὰ δώματα κρατάει δέσμιο τὸν ἐξάρχοντα τοῦ θιάσου μου.Ὁρᾷς αὐτά, Διὸς υἱέ, Διόνυσε;Βλέπεις τῶν προφητῶν σου τοὺς ἀγῶνες ἐνάντια στὴν βία τοῦ κράτους;Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε...

Now you bless now you pray forNow you pray for the new God they sent youSons of God will forgive youAnd the weapon for new wars will give you

Ἀχελώου θυγάτηρ, πότνια εὐπάρθενε Δίρκη,Ἐσύ κάποτε στὶς πηγές σου δέχθηκες τὸ βρέφος τοῦ Δία,Ὅταν ὁ γενήτωρ Ζεὺς τοῦτο ἐξάρπαξεν ἐκ τοῦ ἀθανάτου πυρὸςΚαὶ το 'βαλε στὸν μηρό του ἀναβοώντας:Ἴθι, Διθύραμβε, εἴσελθε εἰς τὸν ἄρρενα κόλπο.Σὲ ἀποκαλύπτω, Βάκχιε, στὴν Θήβα, μὲ τὸ ὄνομα Διθύραμβος.Ὅμως ἐσύ, μακάρια Δίρκη,Στεφανηφόρους φέρνοντας στὶς ὄχθες σου θιάσους, μὲ διώχνεις.Γιατί μέ άρνεῖσαι;Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε

Now you bless now you pray forNow you pray for the new God they sent youSons of God will forgive youAnd the weapon for new wars will give you

Δία Ἔλα... Δία Ἔλα... Δία Ἔλα... Δία Ἔλα...

Now you bless now you pray forNow you pray for the new God they sent youSons of God will forgive youAnd the weapon for new wars will give you

Γίγαντας φονικὸς ποὺ πολεμάει μὲ θεούς.Σὲ λίγο, ἐμένα, τὴν ὀπαδὸ τοῦ Βρόμιου, μὲ βρόχους θὰ μὲ δέσει,Ἐνῶ ἤδη μέσα στὰ δώματα κρατάει δέσμιο τὸν ἐξάρχοντα τοῦ θιάσου μου.Ὅρᾷς αὐτά, Διὸς υἱέ, Διόνυσε;Βλέπεις τῶν προφητών σου τοὺς ἀγῶνες ἐνάντια στὴν βία τοῦ κράτους;

Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε... Ἐλθέ, κύριε

Come Lord

How much wrath Pentheas reveals his chthonic descentThe descendant of the dragon, the seed of native echionas.Not a mortal man but a ferocious beastA deadly giant who fights with the godsSoon, me, the follower of Bromios with nooses he will tie meWhile inside the chambers he is holding bound the master of my troupeDo you see all this, Zeus's son, Dionysius?Do you see the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state?Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!

Now you bless now you pray forNow you pray for the new God they sent youSons of God will forgive youAnd the weapon for new wars will give you.

Daughter of Acheloos, great virgin Dierce,Once you accepted in your springs the child of ZeusWhen the genitor Zeus grabbed him from the immortal fireand placed him in the thigh of the roaring:"Go, Dithyrambos, enter the male wombI reveal you, Bacchos, in Thebes, with the name Dithyrambos"But you, blessed Dirce, bringing wreath-bearing troupes in your banks, you are repelling meWhy are you denying me?Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!

Now you bless now you pray forNow you pray for the new God they sent youSons of God will forgive youAnd the weapon for new wars will give you.

Zeus, come... Zeus, come... Zeus, come... Zeus, come...

Now you bless now you pray forNow you pray for the new God they sent youSons of God will forgive youAnd the weapon for new wars will give you.

A deadly giant who fights with the godsSoon, me, the follower of Bromios with nooses he will tie meWhile inside the chambers he is holding bound the master of my troupeDo you see all this, Zeus's son, Dionysius?Do you see the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state?Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!... Come, Lord!