Nova Akropola
Compagna dei maccella: eja, eja, alala!
Ne razpihumjo ognja iz ust zivali,
Bojmo se zanamcev, skrivajmo svoje namene:
Eja, eja, alala!
Izostrimo cute, eja, eja,
Veter zge med zitom, eja, eja,
Nase meso disi po ozganem: eja, eja, alala!
Namenili smo si Veliko Strast:
KDO DVOMI O STRASNI MOCI TEH ROGOV!
[English translate: The New Acropolis]
We are all crucified, chosen members of the
Butcher's guild, compagna dei maccella:
Eja, eja, alala!
Let's not blow the fire from the mouth of the
Beast, let's fear the progeny, hide our intentions:
Eja, eja, alala!
Let's sharpen our senses, eja, eja,
The wind is burning in the wheat, eja, eja,
Our flesh smells scorched: eja, eja, alala!
We destined the Great Lust for ourselves:
WHO DOUBTS THE TERRIBLE POWER OF THESE HORNS!
Writer(s): Milan Fras
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