Populus

Populus, my dog
The slave, indifferent, who works
And, as a gift, has crumbs on the floor
Populus, Populus, Populus, my dog
Populus, my dog
Populus, my dog

First, it was your father
Second, your brother
Third, now, it's him, now it's him, now it's him
From generation to generation, to generation

In the congress of international fear
I heard the secret of the final plot
About Populus, my dog
About Populus, my dog
Official document, in
Special testament
About the death, without reason
Of Populus, my dog

Of Populus, of Populus, of Populus

Populus, Populus, Populus, my dog
Populus, Populus, Populus, my dog
Bloody delusions
Foam on your lips
All in vain

I'm afraid of Populus, my dog
Torn in the sewer of the basement
Of Populus, of Populus, of Populus, my dog

Your almost human gaze
And the rows of your teeth
I carry the marked face
And they will know me, they will know me
They will know me, they will know me

Populus, Populus, Populus, my dog
Populus, Populus, Populus, my dog
Populus, Populus, Populus, my dog