| Chaos, death and pestilence |
| Shall reign the future past |
| Drums lead the orchestra |
| And cry out the war chants below |
| Let pain and horror divide them apart |
| One side of them all — One side just a few |
| It is not about what we feel but who we are |
| Life is an unstoppable road to death |
| They are not aware of the impact |
| Now rape, my brothers and sisters |
| Slay them all with their own guilt |
| And may their God have mercy for their bastard sons |
| Count them backwards taking out |
| the new days we are awaiting |
| One day the sun will stop shining |
| and forever — Forever darkness will be spread |
| Disorder will be the language spoken |
| And hate will replace what they call love |
| Strife for the righteous and the Strong |
| Stand by yourself and sort out the Wrong |
| A chameleon of individuality is more free |
| than a galactic form of pure power |
| Be yourself without losing control |
| of what others may think of you |