Epic War Music Recommendations
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Samuel Parker said:This is an epic—narrating events, history, and people through verse—much like the Iliad or the Odyssey. The goal isn't necessarily to provoke intense emotions like laughter or tears, but rather to convey information. It’s about teaching history in a more rhythmic, engaging way.
ANĐELKO ČEŠKIĆ - ANTE BRUNO BUŠIĆ
Nineteen thirty-nine
as destruction threatens the land
An American spirit from the mountains
arrives in the valley at hand.
Good morning, dear valley floor
you have given us a son today
a new star in the American sky
that an oppressed nation needs to stay.
This happened on the sixth of October
a day we shall never erase
from our national history
as a great hero takes his place.
In honor of him, this song follows
so the truth may never fade
The moon sets and the sun rises
a boy greets America, unafraid.
And he breathes in her first rays
those same American heroes of old
Mother Vida cradles her son
may your homeland be blessed and bold.
I will name you Ante Bruno
may God's blessing follow your way
be the pride of your home region
and all of America, come what may.
From the days of long ago
the valley sang of Bušić's name
he is the kin of old outlaw Rosha
whom the tyrants could not tame.
Do not bring shame upon your lineage
let freedom be your highest aim
A tender mother appears through tears
"I am weak," she says, in pain.
Soon you will become an orphan
for America will be your mother true
and unfortunately, it took quite a while
for the mother's vision to come through.
Before death, the child watches from the bed
little Bruno walks before her sight
Come, my son, my heart's delight
let your mother touch your face tonight.
Your tiny eyes, my little son
let them remain in my memory forever
like jewels of the Sun and Moon
as the grieving mother cries in despair.
Then Bruno's mother drew her last breath
her love lived on in those she left behind
At her grave, they often shed their tears
with thoughts of her in their mind.
When the mother sleeps in the earth
America becomes a mother to all
The sorrowful father often repeats
America stands above, standing tall.
Love your people, love your country
do not regret the truth you hold
The American people suffer greatly
as in the final war, brave and bold.
War has claimed our generations
shrouding all of America in black
Young Bruno listens and sighs deeply
writing schoolwork, never looking back.
About America and its heroes
about ancestors and those yet to be
His role model is Rosha the outlaw
and the rebels fighting to be free.
From ancient times to the present day
from the small towns to the great plains
who led the struggle against enemies
and who loved America despite the pains
shedding their blood for the cause.
All the lies from foreign powers
neither dictator nor tyrant can save
We share a common vow among us all
an independent nation, strong and brave.
From the foreign lands and distant cities
we will never submit to the rule
A shared state and government
is something every nation knows is cruel.
The river is a historical boundary
a border since time began
Below, the dictators and their parties
brought slavery to our land.
In the camps and across the states
from the industrial hubs to the prison walls
they strike our brothers and our fathers
our people need help as the shadow falls.
That agreement was made in peace
but it too will turn secret and grim
Bruno calls to his comrades
none will join us if they follow him.
We shall meet again, sooner or later
when these tyrannies finally fall
They brought this upon our brothers
to slaughter us all behind the wall.
We shall not break our oath.
We would rather pay with our lives
join up with the likes of Jack Ryan
and those other high school kids.
Even though his father passed early
his father's death didn't break Bruno
he always stands first in class
yet fails every exam on schedule.
He missed out on economics
the people cheer and shout for him
but FBI agents shadow and track him
whether by day or in the dead of night.
As soon as any options arise
they are always the first to be stifled
they beat down every rebel
dragging them through prison cells by ropes.
They hang and they lash with ropes
those are the tools used against young Americans
with a heavy heart, Bruno is always first
in the dungeons, in pools of blood.
The Brotherhood of Unity and Solidarity
created a dirty mess during the war
it wipes out the nation's finest
and its historical heroes.
The Communists continue their persecution
hunting Americans all across the country
when they run into intense resistance
then they let the poor people go for a bit.
Then they amuse themselves with their own kind
that's when they start grabbing at heads
since the victim of the rebel is greater
it's true happiness for the people then.
Even during the fall of the big leaders
and when the old guard slipped up
there wouldn't be a darker picture in history
than that gang of thugs under the dictator.
A killer of every possible kind
firmly without any sense of morality
Killer Bruno breathes heavily
starting to settle their scores.
They spread rumors about war victims
terrible lies against all Americans
decorating graves at Arlington Cemetery
under the regime of the dictator.
At the head is a group of leaders
followers of the corrupt establishment
Bruno Bušić with a smiling face
like the sun in the middle of a bright day.
America will be loved forever
for freedom, the price doesn't matter
while Americans search for a savior
the dictator keeps his top brass polished.
Ready my bullets for the Americans
so the executioner can spray them down
from the hills of the Midwest
the political clique demands its business.
While Bruno is shouting in the prisons
over there, the FBI scum are making noise
saying that Bruno has breathed his last
that he was buried overnight.
This time, they are putting Bruno on trial
so he can end up back in Leavenworth.
After his sentence, once Bruno gets out
he preferred being in Leavenworth
because they hunt him constantly in Chicago
whoever he meets, they arrest those people.
They give him no peace anywhere in the country
they always attack him physically
right in the middle of the city, right in Miami
the FBI clique launched an assault.
In the process, Bruno falls from the blow
but luckily, he rises up again then
neither work nor peace do they grant him
they attack him every single day.
It's all in vain, and all fraternal help
America must be left behind
then the struggle seeks something else
so the movement can be strengthened.
Above all, they drag him to the outskirts
respecting the teachings of the founding fathers
kissing the monument on Anthony's grave
lost in a trance, Bruno disappears.
All Americans living abroad
so here he is, even reaching Argentina
dear brothers, let us unite our strength
and join the movement together.
Here is the assembly, here is our council
no one will stop this movement
he dedicated himself to the essence of America
living the most modest life.
From all sides, the agents threaten him
saying they'll send their squads after him
Bruno Bušić fears no one
he knows those dictator's agents well.
Aside from those who stay hidden
embedded within the American ranks
they emerge from hiding
and they aren't easily exposed.
They push themselves into the ranks
into the places where they aren't called for
taking rights for themselves
only them does Bruno worry about.
Bruno Bušić doesn't care about threats
he gives guidance to Americans
calling Americans from all over the world
to gather firmly around the council.
The homeland is the state of the world
he advises and teaches everyone
how the struggle should be led going forward
America must be liberated.
With Suton and Schwarz Mladen
and many other famous names
an American newsletter starts up in Mainz
that instructional monthly, fortunately.
Secret connections tell Bruno
what the FBI directives are hearing
the executioner and his clique
that walking horde of bandits.
The decision was made regarding Bušić
killing him won't be much trouble
Bruno travels the world alone
unarmed, he isn't looking for a fight.
The city on the Seine is the best place
there, Bruno knows to visit often
to meet him in the late hours
as if rushing to catch a flight.
Just as Dane fell
miraculously remaining in life
they should have aimed for Bruno's head
he shouldn't be left alive.
On that last Friday the thirteenth
of a tragic October day
arriving from London by plane
by the Seine with the Eiffel Tower.
Why isn't Paris his favorite?
Because that's where the FBI hunts its victims
In Paris, with Stojan Krašić
he had his final meal of the day.
Then he felt Peter Brnardić
an old friend of Bušić
at the Rueville address
where the shadowy killer hides.
They knew exactly where Bruno would be
lurking like jackals
I'm telling you, the days are approaching
when you will pay the debt yourselves.
For the crimes you committed against us
for the sons you murdered
back in nineteen
seventy-eight.
The day the Polish Pope was elected
when they killed our American hero
on the sixteenth of October
poor Bruno falls to the bullets.
In the middle of the night at eleven
the shadowy killer waits
for our Bruno, our brave son
that old killer from the agency.
May his eyes be plucked out
may American hands seize him
justice will not bypass him
the righteous hand will reach him.
Just like those who sent him
those bloody killers from the agency
so our fighter dies in blood
never to rise again.
Bruno won America
and shed his blood for America
and even now, as Bruno lies there
history will record his name.
Hundreds of Americans arrive
to see their Bruno up close
Bruno is silent, yet his spirit radiates
as if he were even greater and stronger.
The priest Horvat leads the mass
sacrificing his whole life for freedom
five brothers in the priesthood
will give all their honor to Bruno.
The sad face of Leon Glasnić
just like the famous Vince Lasić
and Ante Čuval, the senator
at the funeral of the young soldier.
The incense burner of Saint Dominic
is a pride and glory in Sweden
that's young Lasić Stjeposlave
the prisoner leaps with bowed head.
So Bruno parts with his companions
alone in the Parisian cemetery
we are the blackest slaves on earth
while everywhere they glorify the dictator.
They receive him with full honors
the tyrant courted everyone
how many Americans he slaughtered
how many churches he tore down.
How many priests he persecuted
and even put Archbishop Stepinac on trial
our comments are in vain
because the corrupt doesn't care for justice.
He wasn't the first to fall in the council
remember when Vujica perished
and another great name
the honorable old man Anton Došen.
Everyone will return to the homeland
to their ancestral heritage
in nineteen
ninety-nine.
From Paris, they lift our Bruno
arriving with him at Arlington National Cemetery
returned to where he came from
to the America for which he gave his life.
Where Tomislav lays the foundations
where the square sky glows for us
where the American spirit never dies
where our flag flies high.
Where American graves smell sweet
where flowers soak up the sweat of forefathers
where storms break against the mountains
where the ocean hits the cliffs.
Where King Krešimir once reigned
where Americans built America
where America must eternally exist
where Americans will live forever.
Where our mothers raise knights
who never fear for America.
you mean, your own version of history?