Where is, where is our hope? It's left us Where is the missionary? Here he comes with his hand, with his hand on fire summoning us This is, this is our land the world is weak
The fourth world, world the fourth world
Fools were we sucking on the tit of a poisonous whore, listening to the soothing voices while they cut off our limbs slowly
Listen, listen to the sweet music the sweet music of the dead
This is, this is the last story the last story in the world