Arkona (pl) - Pluję na twą marność, psie!

I lurk upon you, I watch over the dead
I am the breath of the abyss
I spit at your futility, you dog
I spit at your nothingness, you dog
I spit at your faith, you dog
I spit at your eternity, you dog
I don't even want you in my thoughts
I will get you and I will possess your soul and body
I spit at your futility, you dog
I spit at your nothingness, you dog
I spit at your faith, you dog
I spit at your eternity, you dog

all of that freedom of yours is worth shit
nobody will ever see you again, because nobody will dig you out
you will die peacefully so that you will rest forever
laying there without the right to die, not prepared for death

black fog approaches to sink its selfishness
buried so deep, nobody will revive your body

abandoned by stars, you didn't believe in their signs
gods only scared, deceived your mind

I curse your nothingness, your hollow base
of slavish faith which has been ruling for ages
soon the time won't need to stop
for your lies and restrictions
die consciously

I'm ressurecting for you the prohibited laws
drowned in the abyss of dogma's hidden slavery
I spit at your futility, you dog
I spit at your nothingness, you dog
I spit at your faith, you dog
I spit at your eternity, you dog
you earned that for
that you looked into someone's eyes
into mine
I spit at your futility, you dog
I spit at your nothingness, you dog
I spit at your faith, you dog
I spit at your eternity, you dog