Bells of death toll for the time of steel This in complete design will all be ruined Marching the troops full of animosity No one could survive they will all be annihilated
What can come after the reign of persecution? Who can stop the forces of the downtrodden? This is an awakening of the centuries The system of exploitation has collapsed
Future is abysmal, future is black They couldn't see the growing rage Useless, everything is useless This is the chaos of two thousands
Affliction, grief, tears and blood All that you have left behind What you've done will hunt you down You will reap what you've sown
