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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 passage

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 death… 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!

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