Compagna dei maccella: eja, eja, alala!
Ne razpihumjo 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!