In the end of the world people search for help Claim for their lives and cry for their dying Scream for their rights, against their omitted leaders. Their moans are ignored by the lords of the world
Poor bastards plead for their dignity in vain Piled up like worms, devoured carcass Dead organism rottens by the vultures Flying patiently waiting for the devils feast
When man created god, the universe retroacted in evolution And the evil laughed, watching the drama of civilization
The humans act the truly celebration of holocaust Rehearsing the end of times, thrilling mass suicide
When your soul sickens and your spirit leave thou Your sons will feed from your flesh When your blood weakens and your being is dissolved Your bones will become weapons, your sons will kill themselves
Fortunate lords, hangmen and indifferent of the sick They delight on the anti-ethic enrichment and relish on mysery They please on the pests' pain and laugh on genocide They salute on the illegitimate and carry the burden of lamentationsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
