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Music and lyrics: Tom

The sunshine still stands lowly over horizon

Shadows become longer, twilight appears

How the old man finishes his pilgrimage

Our nation is tired and used

Golden age of our culture came apart into ruins

Sarcophagus, heroic epics and memories

Sucked to the bones by our own effeminacy

Former masters enslaved by their slaves

Chorus:

I can hear the bells toll

The choir of gallows tree

The burning of fire of destiny

Where are that hands which built Acropolis

Where are that brains which observed the Laws of life

Creeping worms beseeche for mercy

In our lands for which soldiers died

Chorus:

I can hear the war song

Into the cradle of peace

The flaming desire of dignity

Now the new world's pestilence infects the folk

Under the flag of the worshipping the decay

Honour, pride and loyalty-insignificant words

The glory of our ancestors cursed in the tales of grave

Chorus:

I can see the rainbow

On the darkened skies

A bygone greatness will rise

Every nation on the rise built the way for its own demise

Precedent mistakes, the roots of corruption, defile of blood, self-destruction

Breeding to the decay

(We are) Breeding to the decay...