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!