To the threshold of the notion They sing their hate, suffer their pain Misappropriated tortuous years, uncontrolled Bleed inheritance of hunger and ambition Conditioned the human action Autumn is dry and rain is tired Be born, hold a delirium Live, is under a bias right? Good herd has awakened from his sleep Seeking justice because they are lost It is the helplessness and disappointment The most distorted and dissonant shock Be born hold a delirium Live, is under a bias right? Riots leave helpless in the twilight The moment of truth comes The wind verse whispers of death Helpless giants lose the control. Miseries, sentence, in vein progress Justified under the common good The misery that is far from naive The race this world filthy neglect