Groza II [English translation]

With the blade of Solipsis in my raised hand

With the song of Hybris on my bloodied lips

At the pearly gates - on my way to meet the Kind!

Beyond the edge

On the other side, me

In every drop of poison, in every trickle of saliva

There I am

Nada, the dread, nada

The dread, nada, the dread

Hail nothing full of nothing

nothing is with thee

Devouring splendor of the legions, treading on it

On the rubble of the Known, on the carcass of the Order

On winding roads and steep stairs

Carried by the wild, cold lust of the Doubt

• Artist:Mgła
• Album:Groza (track 02)