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(English translation)

Who compared the abyss of sky with your name

Who defiled the miracle of Nature by your presence

Are they worthy of scorn? Are they worthy of death?

Who wanted to embrace, find, comrehend by thought,

Feeling, spirit - the secret, the deep of the Universe -

Is he worthy of your retribution and of your vile "justice"?

Who lied-slept-rot-didn't live - you liked him

Who are not able to doubt, who forgot their blood -

You'll receive them to your low kingdom

The vile of your creation and presence of your

Degenerative spirit I feel in the world

I'll not accept it, I'll not understand it, I'll not give myself up to it

Who knows the spirit only of this world,

Attempting on the cleanliness of all,

On the essence of all that is pure,

Attempting by their own existance -

Their blood is your own blood

And their flesh is your pus

Let these scums die

Let your death come

Let the world forget your name

Let your kingdom will be overthrowed

Let be burned - every book

Dedicated to your name and to your word

We'll never admire you

Contemptible stronghold of jewish hope

Vile degenerate jehovah

We'll never honour your name

Hail and glory to our gods Rod and Svarog!

Hail Rod! Hail Svarog!