Our ancestors buried the agony and pain
Of murdered enemies and of tortured relatives
In the end of their time the earth was clean
And the blood oozed away into the depths of the stone
The silence was unreal in the rumbling underground
Calling for his final tribute to all living creatures
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Winding carcass in musty rags
Cadaverous smell of digging hands
(Chorus)
Some day it will be loud under your sweet home
And the holy graves will be opened for you completely
The resurrection of dirty flesh and scratched bones
For a silent celebration under the groaning moon
Touch by rotten fingers
With the feeling of their bones
Be stared by ugly faces
In stripes of bloody meat
The hate of the souls appears as a putrid exhalation
Forgotten spheres of your restless mind torture you
Admonish for the deeds of dying - Deeds of the past
Than you have to face up the horror of your own being
And realize the part which has been murdered by you
Seeing a new generation overcoming decay and pain
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