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What is described in this song is bloody, but not gratuitously. This makes sense and on the contrary militates for peace and non-violence, as we understand at the end, when the angelic refrain finds its explanation.
The lyrics :
Under the blafarde gleam
Like vermilion garlands
One makes out human entrails
Which wind and hang
From trees and bushes
Blackened sections of walls
Calcined shells and frames
Still seem to illuminate
The scene with their high flames
Red yellow orange and blue
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
Hundreds of heads
Set up on improvised pikes
Look at us with their empty eyes
On the ground, are lying
Bloodstained shapes, unrecognizable
Because of so many mutilations and tortures
One recognizes here and there
Open chests
From which the heart has been torn out
A thick mud
Of a reddish color
Covers the ground
Mixture of blood, ash and earth
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
Sitting peacefully on a bench
The city, swarming with life
Manifests itself to me like this
By the grace of my mind
That is considered disturbed
But to which the angels attribute
Reason and perceptiveness
Thus observe your world
With my eyes in its brutal reality
Free from the least compassion
Perhaps this sight of nightmare
Lives on the planet of metaphors
But, in fact the angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
The angels are right
