Paroles et traduction Rotting Christ - Elthe Kyrie

Elthe Kyrie

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 for
Now you pray for the new God they sent you
Sons of God will forgive you
And 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 πυρὸς
καὶ 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 for
Now you pray for the new God they sent you
Sons of God will forgive you
And the weapon for new wars will give you
Δία Ἔλα... Δία Ἔλα... Δία Ἔλα... Δία Ἔλα...
Now you bless now you pray for
Now you pray for the new God they sent you
Sons of God will forgive you
And 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

Elthe Kyrie

O, how the wicked Pentheus betrays his infernal descent,
The offspring of the dragon, the seed of the earth-born Eхиon.
Not a mortal man, a savage beast,
A murderous giant that fights against the gods.
Soon, he shall bind me, the follower of Bromius, with bonds,
While already within his halls he holds captive the leader of my band.
Do you see this, O son of Zeus, Dionysus?
Do you behold the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state?
Come, Lord... Come, Lord... Come, Lord... Come, Lord...
Now you bless now you pray for
Now you pray for the new God they sent you
Sons of God will forgive you
And the weapon for new wars will give you
Daughter of Acheloos, revered and pure Dirce,
It was you who once received the infant Zeus at your springs,
When the father Zeus snatched him from the immortal fire
And placed him in his thigh, crying out:
Come, Dithyrambus, enter the male womb.
I reveal you, Bacchus, in Thebes, by the name of Dithyrambus.
But you, blessed Dirce,
Drive me away, bringing your garlanded bands to your banks.
Why do you deny me?
Come, Lord... Come, Lord... Come, Lord... Come, Lord
Now you bless now you pray for
Now you pray for the new God they sent you
Sons of God will forgive you
And the weapon for new wars will give you
Lord Zeus, come... Lord Zeus, come... Lord Zeus, come... Lord Zeus, come...
Now you bless now you pray for
Now you pray for the new God they sent you
Sons of God will forgive you
And the weapon for new wars will give you
A murderous giant that fights against the gods.
Soon, he shall bind me, the follower of Bromius, with bonds,
While already within his halls he holds captive the leader of my band.
Do you see this, O son of Zeus, Dionysus?
Do you behold the struggles of your prophets against the violence of the state?
Come, Lord... Come, Lord... Come, Lord... Come, Lord