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, Mara