Nova Akropola (Live, Bloomsbury Theatre, London, 8 July 1985)

歌詞

compagna dei maccella: eja, eja, alala! Ne razpihujmo ognja iz ust zivali, bojmo se zanamcev, skrivajmo svoje namene: eja, eja, alala! Izostrimo cute, eja, eja, veter zge med zitom, eja, eja, nase meso disi po ozganem: eja, eja, alala! Namenili smo si Veliko Strast: KDO DVOMI O STRASNI MOCI TEH ROGOV! (English translate: The New Acropolis) We are all crucified, chosen members of the butcher's guild, compagna dei maccella: eja, eja, alala! Let's not blow the fire from the mouth of the beast, let's fear the progeny, hide our intentions: eja, eja, alala! Let's sharpen our senses, eja, eja, the wind is burning in the wheat, eja, eja, our flesh smells scorched: eja, eja, alala! We destined the Great Lust for ourselves: WHO DOUBTS THE TERRIBLE POWER OF THESE HORNS!