Smrti Sel - SRD

Smrti sel je potegnil svoj meč

In bo zadel tilnik mnogih

Zaropotal je boben

Zvok, smrti, Abrahama sinov

Svet je svet oltar

In človek, mlado jagnje na njem

Bolečina mu vlada

Črv mu je brat

On visi nad njim

Od Edna naprej

Udarja po njih

Kažipot od na veke vekov

Kopiči bogastvo si duš

Sit jih golta in nima dovolj

V dreku rojen

In v drek ga povrne

Človeka, ničvredno svinjo

Od prvega diha po njem diši

Telo mrtvo

Odkar sprehodi

Njemu mu nasproti hodi

Njim strah, meni veselje

Smrti sel in smrt

Od Edna naprej

Mlati po njih

Kažipot od na veke vekov

Nabira bogastvo si duš

Sit jih golta in nima dovolj

The death messenger drew his sword

And it will hit the backs of many

The drum rattled

Sound, death, sons of Abraham

The world is a holy altar

And the man, the young lamb on it

Pain reigns

The worm is his brother

He hangs over him

From Edna onwards

He hits them

A signpost for ever and ever

Accumulate the wealth of your soul

Sit swallows them and doesn’t have enough

Born in shit

And he puts it back in the shit

Man, worthless pig

From the first breath he smells of it

Body dead

Ever since he walks

He walks opposite him

Fear to them, joy to me

Death messenger and death

From Edna onwards

Beat them

A signpost for ever and ever

He accumulates wealth for his soul

Sit swallows them and doesn’t have enough