Xul Solar
Xul Solar was the adopted name of Oscar Agustín Alejandro Schulz Solari (born December 14, 1887 – April 9, 1963), Argentine painter, sculptor, writer, and inventor of imaginary languages.
Biography
He was born in San Fernando, Buenos Aires Province, in the bosom of a cosmopolitan family. His father, Elmo Schulz Riga, of Baltic German origin, was born in the Latvian city of Riga, at that time part of Imperial Russia. His mother, originally from Italy, was named Agustina Solari. He was educated in Buenos Aires, first as a musician, then as an architect (although he never completed his architectural studies). After working as a schoolteacher and holding a series of minor jobs in the municipal bureaucracy, on April 5, 1912, he set out on the ship "England Carrier", supposedly to work his passage to Hong Kong, but he disembarked in London and made his way to Turin. He returned to London to meet up with his mother and aunt, with whom he traveled to Paris, Turin (again), Genoa, and his mother's native Zoagli. Over the following few years, despite the onset of World War I, he would move among these cities, as well as Tours, Marseille, and Florence; towards the end of the war he served at the Argentine consulate in Milan.
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Seal Slayer
by: DeadlockComrades come on, enter the boat
We are about to start the hunt of our lives
Comrades come on, the hunt is on
Let's get us some dead corpses
Hunt down the weak, predators of the sea
Oh, it's my life and I am proud of it
Comrades come on, the hunt is on
Let's start a massacre on the open ice
I still remember killing for the first time
I must have hit it one hundred times
And the snow turned red allover
It's a fucking pleasure flying the flags of my fathers
Respect the sea, respect the ice
For they are stronger than we are
And my son will soon be a hunter
This violence is perpetual
Comrades come on, enter the boat
We are about to start the hunt of our lives
Comrades come on, the hunt is on
Let's get us some dead corpses
Hunt down the weak, predators of the sea
Oh, it's my life and I am proud of it
Comrades come on, the hunt is on
Let's start a massacre on the open ice
Don't tell me we are cruel, while our children
Are being killed every day - homicide
And now you will tell me that anybody cares
About these babies being massacred in a barbaric slaughter
Respect the sea, respect the ice
For they are stronger than we are
And my son will soon be a hunter
This violence is perpetual
As long I will be, our tradition will continue
Kill, kill, kill...
Hunt down the weak, as long as I shall live
Now, die
As long as there is no law against the hunt
And the animals don't speak
With a cruel blow to the top of the head
We will kill and hunt down the weak
If he who sows the wind will reap the whirlwind