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