All we see are desolate similarities Try to find the final ending of this Never be able to look behind the wall of your hidden face Only a puppet with a knife, ready to destroy me Believing in the unsure setting you've create, the chaos But still there are some undaunted Waiting for the showdown, for the resolution in blood Their soul will be shorn and shaven Underneath the wave of death There is the deep black water Waiting belligerently for the sense of life Raping your family you beg for more Your only strength are your followers Eating and breathing your poison, while you abuse all we are Trained to bleed, not to think or to speak Developing it to their psychological nature Sharpen the knife you've got from the enemy Our work is small and insignificant The coming flood is the right end for you, but for me? There is place for all of us, but you surely won't be the last The last one standing, 'cause I'll still be here Waiting with patience, waiting with your knife When the world is down and empty I'll make you rape and kill yourself