For all those, dreaming these dreams Of freedom and tyrannicide Where all new questions lead to an old dilemma Of how to fight monsters, without turning Into a monster oneself? As obviously so seems to be my fate But I'm about to jump into the flames of insurgence Where the voiceless claim their say What would then be the use of a manifesto? "With only questions, no solutions at all" Written in a language so foreign That words would fall deaf upon their ears It's the problem with words The writing of which Wouldn't require a blood sacrifice Innocent blood to be drawn So, there it is! The dismal conclusion That violence is the universal language Every animal is able to speak and understand And, as sad as it might sound, for most of us the only Thus getting oneself heard Requires mastering these linguistics The art of the tyrant's tongue Dialect of monstrosity How a desperate scream Is morphed into a command! Kytee syömmessäin raivo! Välkkää vihan valkia! Apoteoosini kipinä ja tahto sytyttää maailma paloon! Jossa vihdoin poltetaan elävältä eilisen opit Ja vihon viimeinenkin usko ihmiseen! Eläköön anarkia ja veriset vaatteet, saatana! Anarkia, veriset vaatteet ja Saatana!