| Lyrics: | Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje noc'i?
Kaj roke vas'e s krvjo rdec'i?
Eksplozija
v noc'i je roz'a gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se nic'esar ne da.
Razbiti mogoc'e oltarja
ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki oblike mnoz'i.
Brezma dez'na slika, brezbolne
luc'i,
edina zavetja srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci duha smo in bratje moc'i,
katere
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo c'rni duhovi od tega sveta,
opevarno noro podobo
gorja.
Razlaga je bic' in ti krvavis':
Po stotic' razbijte zrcalo sveta,
-
vas' trud je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' dolg je poplac'an
in nas'a je
luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the brothers of night?
What colors your
hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the night is the flower of
woe,
nothing can be justified by it.
The altar cannot be destroyed,
the altar of
lies, that multiplies shapes.
The spotless picture, the painless light,
the only
harbors of the terrible night.
We are the children of the spirit and the brothers of
strength,
whose promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of this world,
we
sing the mad image of woe.
The explanation is the whip and you bleed.
Break
the mirror of the world for the hundredth time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We have
overcome the night:
our debt has been paid
and the light is ours |
