Love to the Land To yours? To somebody else's! Should everyone submit? Will the repose come?
Never have Free slaves Lived well Like humble livestock
Begging with tears Howling and sobbing, The priest will teach - If only to devour in peace.
He, who has grown a belly, Who has never stood up for himself, Who is talking lies, Who's teaching death!
Raise your spirit - bring it back into your heart Fill it with fire! Throw out your soul Sufferings of christ - are the hypocrisy of a dog! He has not died for you! He hasn't paid for you!
Sun does not shine - The man will not notice The Truth in himself And he looks for it in the darkness
He will trip over a hundred times And will drink his own blood Before he finds the piece And takes it away with him
Death! Darkness! Slowly the herd is going mad! Hypocrisy! Lies! You won't find the Truth Even in the broad daylight Scream! Moan! Obediently, silently Drag after the christ! Pride and Honor! Have no more place here.