It is rumoured that We are near to the end And there is no time But I’m not afraid
Our souls full of mess Living under a stress All decisions are false, It’s a natural death
Pomposity! Of a human being, Self-importance is an eighth sin Devil is jeering at us but! He laughs best who laughs last I hate all this fucking shit I’m looking forward to your bleed Darkness rises you know And will fill an empty soul If it’s time to break that all I will start your epic fall
And if I am alone, I will follow my flow In spite of your fucking lie I will grow through your moan
It’s the greatest decline We can’t stop it right now So speak slower, please Our future has done!