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A last glance bursts into scatlet flames

A void of ash is all we possess

Time has come to pay for your sins

Bury hope, may Utpavana begin

As skies turn black and eyes turn white

Thousands scars on our faces crack wide open

Innocent children - vices of the earth

Seeds of enlightment fall to grow

Under the eyes of lying bastards

We laughed at life, yet saw many dreams

Of war and pain, of hunger and slaughter

We dug our graves and now will rest in peace

Born again, blinded by pain,

Jackals run to the light over heads of their kin

Meaningless rapture in a moment of agony

Let the circle spin, may Utpavana begin!

You are the plague

You are salvation

You are the venom

You shall be no more!

As a child you raise your hands

To the everlasting sky

To the heavens, which once were penetrated

In order to feed your desires

Hark!

Thou shall be erased,

For the great Utpavana has begun!