Anthem About the Breed

Awake fuss, gentle tone.
Oh my daughters, oh my sons.
Could you be by me to hear the wailing out and in?
Would have been proud of me — more than your disgust promised you.
You trapped, oh I´m pleasured. You trapped, oh what a stench.
Awaken, my captures! Let me be your proclaim promise!
Awaken, my captures! I am the only one who destroys me!
Depart from me ye cultivated!
Depart from me ye never thirstied!
So the pain comfort me farther
Isn´t it for me repugnant a blessing?
Awaken, my captures, my weary dew and dim disfavour
Awaken, my captures, I am the only one who abuses me!
Depart from me ye cursed!
Depart from me ye never thirstied!