Părvo ioro, mori, Petrunki
Părvoi oro, Petrunkino
Petrunchitsa, more, ioro vo
Petrunchitsa, ioro vodi
Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla
Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado
Ne se fana, mori, na sreda
Ne se fana na sredata
Părvo ioro, mori, Petrunki
Părvoi oro, Petrunkino
Petrunchitsa, more, ioro vo
Petrunchitsa, ioro vodi
Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla
Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado
Ne se fana, mori, na sreda
Ne se fana na sredata

Choke

Choke on the stale air
A coffin for a peon

Boxed in
These walls to a tomb without a kingdom to behold of the corpse of a king of old
What's my treasure to behold, when I wander the grove?
Sanctity eluded, of a life that's been deluded

Seal me away
A coffin we call a life
A crutch of the mind

What will I see when I die?
The cold hard truth of a worthless life

Părvo ioro, mori, Petrunki
Părvoi oro, Petrunkino
Petrunchitsa, more, ioro vo
Petrunchitsa, ioro vodi
Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla
Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado
Ne se fana, mori, na sreda
Ne se fana na sredata
I've been prone to lose myself in these halls
These spirits haunt these walls I call home
A treasure trove of times I've lost myself here
I fear the worst is yet to come

Reigning over the world by the tips of their fingers
Reigning over the world by the tips of their fingers
Coded and stored
Backed up the words that you couldn't before
No back left of the mummified corpse
I'm rotting away

Isn't it Ironic that we have more than kings ever had
Still crying over the blessed life we have
As If everything the world has to offer isn't enough
I hope you suffocate on the air you consume so much

Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla
Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado
Ne se fana, mori, na sreda
Ne se fana na sredata