Pain is always constant, succumbing to its law and rule Downtrodden, and hopeless prolongation En masse, totus- the populations all fail Drowned in frailties waters, multitudes succumb and die…
Proletariats, scum of the lowest kind The boot of an unforgiving existence Smashing their faces onto the roads of blood…
Washed away the stains of the impuissant… Their imprint on this world is no longer felt…
Paths of the multitudes…. is the failure of all mankind….
Bodies with decrepit rot……plunge us further into the cage…..and fasten our bonds! Drink wine to the triumph of their demise!! Drink wine to the triumph of their demise!!
Only the useless petulant remains……bring this new world any disgrace The prostrated weak masses, that fell away from earth…. The weight around the neck of the strong To no longer need, or feel their presence, among us anymore… The prize given - for the nobility, the endurance of the overman None can claim, without striving, contest of existence Met with the strength, of a new and worthy, aristocracy…
Semblance of order, the need to control this sinking, waning life Upon the shoulders, of better men, than those left behind…. Triumph of a useless society’s demise!! All hail the rise…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
