In the kingdom of shame
People moulder in a world of equality
No one can shine
No one can rise
Condemned slaves of a repressive moral
Without any aim than escaping to Death
Yet the greatest reward
For their lovely beliefs
Living through redemption and holiness
As an uprising of crawling worms against what is noble
Self-reduced to a hip of bones and flesh
Proud rulers of the kingdom of shame
They shall be nothing but worm-eaten stinking humus
Feeding this Earth whose hunger and hatred shall never cease
Still tormented of having given birth to such filth
Proud rulers of the kingdom of shame