They have come on our land
To rip out our hearts,
To breed their followers,
And to turn our lives into ashes.
They have destroyed our dwellings,
They have reached a brain of our bones,
Slowly exhausting our power,
Confidently biting our roots
Don't let them eat all
Our hope and our faith
Traitors of the strength
Murderers thirsty to subdue the pride
They named it heresy
And killed innocent people
They took away honor from weak
And feasted during a plague
What are for you their symbols?
What is for you their sacrifice?
Reject their prophets away.
You are strong in beauty of the force.
When they have grasped our children,
Our souls have appealed to heavens.
We shouted:
"Let them live! Don't let them die!".
But no one has remained alive
I curse you, crucified god
Your monks will die in their vomits
Let their agony lasts endless!
Eternally and more
And more
