Ghosts Of Catalonia

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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?

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