Mankind inventing new levels of pain
Reinventing war for new benefits
Centuries of history leading to the end
These filthy ways chosen by these filthy men
(they're) proclaiming new gods again
(they're) acclaiming the weakness again
Again we shall stand
So close to the end
Again we shall be
The last progeny of victory
Let my will assault their souls
Terrify their hearts and burn their minds
We defy all the rules of men
We are here once more to stand
Let my will attack their souls
No resistance among the preys
They got the gift of lamentation
They claim again for extermination
No reliable race, disgusting race
The man becomes a simple chase
The cult of fear, the cult of pain
A wasted progeny that rises again
Mankind inventing new levels of pain
Reinventing war for new benefits
Centuries of history leading to the end
These filthy ways chosen by these filthy men
(they're) proclaiming new gods again
(they're) acclaiming the weakness again
Again we shall stand
So close to the end
Again we shall be
The last progeny of victory
