Cut out their tongues, remove their sons and daughters For they do not know their ways through pain In times of wealth, they still depend on the other Spiritless and blind they shall forever remain Unseen terror From the past Strike now to preserve the ancient way Rise up to inhale the God of gods If not now, who shall fight and hold fortress? Wich ones have the right to ever complain again? Instant torment With the wind Crawling nearer Count me in