Zasuta so usta in zvezane roke,
pod koreninami preperelo je srce.
Očetje, sinovi z ramo ob rami,
od bratov izdani, zdaj tiho leže.
Globoko v gozdovih, skrito očem,
mrtvih duhovi se iz sna prebude.
Iz brezna v nebo dviga se pesem,
nemi je krik neštetih glasov.
Glej dviga se prah in žarijo oči,
ko vihar maščevanja privzdigne pesti!
Zbito zemljo predrejo roke,
ki lačno pravice jih vodi srce!
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The Betrayed Legion
Shut is the mouth and tied are the hands,
beneath the roots of trees a weathered heart still beats.
Fathers and sons stand shoulder to shoulder,
betrayed by their brothers, they silently lay.
Deep in the woods, hidden from the world,
the spirits of the dead awaken from death's bed.
From abyss to great heights, ascending their chanting,
silent screams of countless fallen men.
Look, the dust is rising and eyes glow with rage,
as the storm of vengeance is raising its fists.
Their hands seeping through the soil with great lust,
their hearts feel the hunger for all that's just!
