Laibach krst baptism

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We fight for our own
The deeds of many are finished
The fields are strewn with the dead
The earth bleeds, rots
The most holy children hear the Glory
We will find the way and the faith and the laws
If death is favored by the gods
Less terrible night will fly into the black earth
As under the bright sun
Tearful days

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