Mors tuus dabit nobis pacem animi

I renounce your false prophecy

To ensure the fate of my strain

I shall restrain your atrocity

You will fail again and again

Concealed behind deceitful words

Who made the masses becoming slaves

Those who belong to the dormant heard

Will no longer be locked in their caves

Unleash the wrath of vengeance

Retaliate Your time has been consumed

Rejuvenate The order shall be restored

Eradicate All remnants of your existence

Conciliate Your loss shall grant us peace of mind

Et damno eius durus dolor anxium

No more pardon for the hypocrites

Their values can't save them now

They will be crawling back to their pits

And they will reap what they sow

Fuck you and fuck your decency

Your world-view are so full of shit

We will wipe you out with high frequency

Until every single piece of your skulls are split

Coming, coming The revolution of the noble

Determined, determined To reinstall a primaeval order

To-day we live so cowed under the bombardment of this intellectual artillery that hardly anyone can attain to the inward detachment that is required for a clear view of the monstrous drama. The will-to-power operating under a pure democratic disguise has finished off its masterpiece so well that the object's sense of freedom is actually flattered by the most thorough-going enslavement that has ever existed