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 bides?
Hear those souls' cries
Do they beg? Do they smile?
Do they follow the endless long line?
(Nemecic is here for the anxious heavy spirit)
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 task with shields, but without spears
Hold by the whispers that summer breeze bears
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 is here for the generation free)
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
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