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Shapeless clusters of temples turned into pyres

Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire

Numb and crippled by the poisoned song of the masses

With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss

But a new song shall rise

From the dirt

That will awaken the fires

Of the rebirth

Crumbling altars of gods reduced into vermin

Barren echoes from when leading turned into herding

Deformed offspring of a people sworn to the madness

With eyes aglow, we shall watch it plunge into darkness

But a new song shall rise...

From the mud that will restore the might...of the blood

Stones of false glow to sink us deep into slumber

For fear that these coils of shame should turn into hunger

Stones of false weight to grind our teeth into fine dust

In case these loops of hate should suddenly turn into bloodlust

But a new song shall rise...

From the dirt that will awaken the fire... of the rebirth

Shapeless cluster of temples turned into pyres

Twisted crown of a nation thrown into the fire –

Numb and crippled by the poison song of the masses,

With tears of joy we shall watch it fall into the abyss

But a new song shall rise...

From the mud that will restore the might...of the blood