| Song | Nemecic |
| Artist | Rotting Christ |
| Album | Non Serviam - A 20 Year Apocryphal Story |
| 作词 : Sakis | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child! | |
| Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite! | |
| (repeat) | |
| (repeat chorus x1) | |
| Is this the land where sun brightly shines? | |
| Is this the existence of a heaven's sign? | |
| Is this the locus, the hallowed focus? | |
| Where grace, love and harmony combine? | |
| Is this the stead where reigns the light? | |
| Is this where hate bids? | |
| Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? Do they smile? | |
| Do they follow the endless long line? | |
| Nemecic for the anxious heavy spirit! | |
| (repeat chorus) | |
| Lay down their souls with holy fears, | |
| And waters the ground with dismal tears. | |
| Soldiers of grief prepare, we are near, | |
| Fight the pash with shields but without spears. | |
| Hold by the whispers that summer breeze bares, | |
| And reign the land where all the woes bear. | |
| Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? Do they smile? | |
| Do they follow the endless long line? | |
| Nemecic for the generation free! | |
| (repeat chorus) |
| zuò cí : Sakis | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nemecic, Nemecic, come born! Come born, darkness child! | |
| Nemecic, Nemecic, last bust! Last bust, the holy rite! | |
| repeat | |
| repeat chorus x1 | |
| Is this the land where sun brightly shines? | |
| Is this the existence of a heaven' s sign? | |
| Is this the locus, the hallowed focus? | |
| Where grace, love and harmony combine? | |
| Is this the stead where reigns the light? | |
| Is this where hate bids? | |
| Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? Do they smile? | |
| Do they follow the endless long line? | |
| Nemecic for the anxious heavy spirit! | |
| repeat chorus | |
| Lay down their souls with holy fears, | |
| And waters the ground with dismal tears. | |
| Soldiers of grief prepare, we are near, | |
| Fight the pash with shields but without spears. | |
| Hold by the whispers that summer breeze bares, | |
| And reign the land where all the woes bear. | |
| Hear those souls' cries: Do they beg? Do they smile? | |
| Do they follow the endless long line? | |
| Nemecic for the generation free! | |
| repeat chorus |