Demokratúra / Democreature

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Please note that this is a poetic translation of the original Hungarian lyrics.

Anti-Hungarian voices howl,
Cosmopolitans with an alien soul,
The smoldering embers of hatred in their eyes,
Mercenary whips cut deep to control.
If they had their way they’d censor and ban
Our ancient songs and sacred hymns.
Puppets with blood stained hands,
Organizing chaos to their Masters’ whims.

Anti-Hungarian voices howl,
Day and night in every cage,
Indoctrinating body and spirit,
Poisons of a rotting age.
For those who feel no pain,
Champagne, caviar and leisure,
Wounds of Trianon balanced on a knife’s edge,
The fangs of the Democreature.
 
Spiritual terror besieging.
The Deomcreature’s bulldozer.
Laying everything to waste.
If you don’t have a say in your homeland.
 
Anti-Hungarian voices howl,
Cosmopolitans with an alien soul,
The smoldering embers of hatred in their eyes,
Mercenary whips cut deep to control.
If they had their way they’d censor and ban
Our ancient songs and sacred hymns,
Puppets with blood stained hands
Organizing chaos to their Masters’ whims.

Spiritual terror besieging.
The Deomcreature’s bulldozer.
Laying everything to waste.
If you don’t have a say in your homeland.