in a heap of corpses nearby
the crowned rulers lie
tumbled together with the bodies of the poor
emperor to beggar, queen to whore
pestilence tormenting the survivors
making ́em writhe
dismal despair that settles upon the victims
it ́s the sweep of death ́s scythe
on us, a curse has been called down upon
the great punishment for how fucked up we have become
societies pervaded by venality
no hesitations, no remedy
we rather drench in blood and massacre
than to end fucking hypocracy
here ́s to a disintegrating population of mankind
so even more diseases shall arise
creating a form of life, well refined
unattacked by avarice, our demise
life of the afterworld
superior to here and now
something won the struggle
through all of our bones it shall plow