Shapeless clusters of temples turned into pyres Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire Numb and crippled by the poisoned song of the masses With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss But a new song shall rise From the dirt That will awaken the fires Of the rebirth Crumbling altars of gods reduced into vermin Barren echoes from when leading turned into herding Deformed offspring of a people sworn to the madness With eyes aglow, we shall watch it plunge into darkness But a new song shall rise From the mud that will restore the might of the blood Stones of false glow to sink us deep into slumber For fear that these coils of shame should turn into hunger Stones of false weight to grind our teeth into fine dust In case these loops of hate should suddenly turn into blood lust But a new song shall rise From the dirt that will awaken the fire of the rebirth Shapeless cluster of temples turned into pyres Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire Numb and crippled by the poison song of the masses With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss But a new song shall rise From the mud that will restore the might of the blood