Rotting Christ
Nemecic
[Chorus]
Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child!
Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite!
Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child!
Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite!
Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child!
Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite!

Is this the land where sun brightly shines?
Is this the existence of a heaven's sign?
Is this the locus, the hallowed focus?
Where grace, love and harmony combine?
Is this the stead where reigns the light?
Is this where hate bids?
Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? Do they smile?
Do they follow the endless long line?
Nemecic for the anxious heavy spirit!

[Chorus]
Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child!
Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite!
Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child!
Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite!

Lay down their souls with holy fears
And waters the ground with dismal tears
Soldiers of grief prepare, we are near
Fight the past with shields but without spears
Hold by the whispers that summer breeze bares
And reign the land where all the woes bear
Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? Do they smile?
Do they follow the endless long line?
Nemecic for the generation free!
[Chorus]
Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child!
Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite!
Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child!
Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite!