Hold this earth in the hands of sulphur
Cut the throat of the world
With razor-sharp knife
Keep all love cold and rotten... in murmur
See the torso-god begotten
In the flames of Slavic pyres
See decayed mankind
In the pits of bygone centuries
There is no gold I admire... into the Slavic fire
See the torso-god cadaver
Impaled on Slavic horns
See the crucified mankind
Leaving the last breath on the poles of destiny
Never will I bring forth
The warmness to my heart
Forevermore I shall be drenched
In everything named human... oh, Maraš
I proclaim these are the rites of pa**age
Unto grandeur, misanthropic wrath
To purify myself from the weakling kind
And distance oneself from deceit
Of feeble, lesser rage... a cosmic disgrace
Hold all life at the edge
Of a grave that is open
Generations united in d**h... unfolding
Slay all the blind praising hallowed anthems
Embrace buboning plague with blindfall
Hold this soil sordid and rotten
Hold this world in the heads of sulphur...
Forgotten!