Funeral of the scummy grey world Our tears drown us of in the oceans of life Why are the ones who play god decide others' death Then ask for mercy on domms day
Every day a new war suffering is fate Why do humans always pay the price Why do they run towards dooms day Now this world is a catasthrophe sphere
The art of decline no one is praying for us anymore The errosion of tired souls cannot be stopped Science became the art of genocide I can only be happy for the dead ones
Blood and fire reigning us Now the love is the only money and dead's world
The end of the light depends on seconds Life is slowly ending
Healthless and mad here is The nation of the violence There is no cause only capture and destroy The sphere of the catasthrophe is filthy black And dishonored There is no reason to live and care for