Unknown are the names of the bunga that have been trampled.
Birds have fallen to the Earth and long for the wind.
Prayers won't help anything.
Only the will to fight can change here and now!
O pigs who laugh at the resolve to walk over the corpses to pindah forward.
Livestock complacency? False Prosperity?
Give us the freedom of dying starving wolves!
The humiliation of being caged, is what triggers of to fight back.
We hunters slaughter prey beyond the kastil, castle walls.
consumed with surging bloodlust.
As our crimson bow pierce scarlet holes into the twilight.