Curse of the king
Stillness freezes the air
In this moonless night
The smell of decay
And silent sound of cry
Someone's walking alone
Into this deepest haze
One lonely stoneblind soul
Behind tombstones that gaze
Silvery tears are dried
From his tortured face
Wearing ring with emerald
And carrying rusty mace
Feeling endless thirst
For blood of who betrayed
And scorn for those he cursed
Left nine hundres years long trace
Chorus:
Zvonimir!
Died for people who live
Zvonimir!
His soul roams through the fields
Zvonimir
(is) coming back to his grave
Zvonimir!
His soul is now saved
Domagoj solo
Ozren solo
Zvonimir, the last king
Gave all he had to give
He finally found his peace
Now his nation's free!