The world devastated by human beings Trees become rocks in the chaotic architecture of power
Men who do not think, confined to machines and lies Will die asphyxiated by the polluted air of devastation
Our vast empire, destroyed by human beings Ashes will be our vision, panting for breath We are surviving with no happiness Witnessing trees that have become rocks
Disasters are happening, disgusted nature appears There is so much smoke we can't see
Purity will be rare and suffering will be vast Our descendants With masks trying to see and breathe Repentance doesnt serve as confort To the human beings of the chaotic architecture of power
