Have you ever thought about His Majesty? Hidden hand that pulls the tiny strings Uselessness of which I confess in Prevail upon my generosity Mark up and violate And in this wasteland I crawl eternally on my knees Pressure of success Entrail your system And choking in I am not an overlording kind For everyone of you Narcissistic bitches thinking they are the only way Through the woods of history But they will get a slay We are the slaves Forsaken hypocrites And never contradict your servile guilt I am nothing Improve the world Affected by disease God would be ashamed To look like this Wounded soldier Pray for the mercy Receive our dark seed Eternal, unquenchable desire To kill when the whole world passionate by dectruction Based on blood-soaked human bodies’ soil Fortunes of war You will regret you did it fast away Something beyond somebody’s wildest dreams And more than you could ever hope for I give you collapse as a highest present Become the penetration Behold to anger the hardly living But those who are being supported By faith till which you will not survive Think twice before leaving the ruins In order To reach the formulated purpose Pseudo-patriotism is your betrayal In front of whole humanity The last son of the fallen father New religion Self-titled hierarchy