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