| Chorus:
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| Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! |
| Come born, darkness child!
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| Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! |
| Last bust, the holy rite!
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| (repeat)
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| (repeat chorus x1)
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| Is this the land where sun brightly shines?
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| Is this the existence of a heaven’s sign?
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| Is this the locus, the hallowed focus?
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| Where grace, love and harmony combine?
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| Is this the stead where reigns the light?
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| Is this where hate bids?
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| Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? |
| Do they smile?
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| Do they follow the endless long line?
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| Nemecic for the anxious heavy spirit!
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| (repeat chorus)
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| Lay down their souls with holy fears,
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| And waters the ground with dismal tears.
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| Soldiers of grief prepare, we are near,
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| Fight the pash with shields but without spears.
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| Hold by the whispers that summer breeze bares,
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| And reign the land where all the woes bear.
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| Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? |
| Do they smile?
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| Do they follow the endless long line?
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| Nemecic for the generation free!
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| (repeat chorus) |