Die!
Death to the masters with sordid inferior ideas
Who feed on decomposed souls
Die!
Death to the masters
Who serve themselves of dullness
Faculties are perveted mortally
Ignorance supples the bestialities in chaos
Armies are lost on the front of desperation
Moribund armies march under disfigured flags
Tremulous shields are nourished
By blindness of ignorance
See deaths, see along the darkness of memory
Masters footprints have been marked by corpses
Ideals fall in the of corpses
In the abyss of manipulation
Watch for the eyes that are in the trench of conformity
They are just marks on the scythe handle
Moribund armies march under disfigured flags
Tremulous shields are nourished
By blindness of ignorance
Listen to the sound of the redemption blade
Blade that slumps from a heaven of lies and delirium
And that is forged by dullness, fear of conformity
The brandishing of the scythe
And the reason is in agony
May the masters and the conformity
Be blesses by death
Die!
