The sunshine comes to warm
the morning.
Corpses are falling
from the sky.Voices
from the tombs waked up.
The end is walking
towards the hereafter.
The swords are raised
and the gold shines
to the greediness.
From his throne,
god commands the nations.
In fear of the immortality
see for yourselves.
It's time to change, brothers.
The shiny knights bleed the lie
on the human face.
Take whatever belongs to you by rights.
