The Refined Nation - Endstille

They drooled for blood!

Break up and bleed for me!

Assault detachments on the run

Ardent tides summon them

To render an account

Of a dawn incautious sleep

How can they reveal?

While night still drowns the sun

Break up and bleed for me!

Front by front let down…

Break up and bleed for me!

Assault detachments on the run

Not before the blistering this blistering blade fells off you

And you squelch yourself aboil

In front of glorious oblations on the cross

You have not withdrawn you blameworthiness… In complete!

But live will abscond these unconscious sins!

Through poles they graze demoniac

Prophetic dejection drags them to the ground

Close the eyes for all

Who once seeded these mistaken roots of clergy

This earth declines to its fate

Refined and drowned in blood

But do they stand beneath us?

Cleansed by fire of their oldest sins…

Doch wie Ratten weinen sie vor Hunger

Auf den Hügeln unserer Toten

[English translation:

But like rats they are crying from hunger

On the hills of our dead]

Receive this obnoxious anguish!

A call

Which recedes you in an overlasting peridition

Eternal perdition!