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!
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! Explain Request ×
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