Battle has ended, prisoners taken. I fought until victorious end.
Armor and shield, now wool and silk. From sword to silver and pen.
I call before me empty vessels. The public whores and thieves.
Reptilian brain is played with virtue. Bones for the hounds that wait.
Dance my puppets! Dance!
The mind of parasite is weak. My power grants their wishes.
In need of votes for their blank masks. The heads of rotting fish.
Rot!
My silver rattles their dire purses. My lips whisper new demands.
Burry the past, embrace my future.
Your fate is sealed by shaken hands.
Dance my puppets! Dance!
My hidden forces awakened. Soldiers of numbers and lies.
They march on human cesspools. Solidified by ruling ties.
In hands of skilled craftsmen. Public opinion is clay.
We'll make new norms and customs. Rules for cattle to obey.
Let there be darkness, let there stench. A road paved with bones.
A new beginning for empty vessels.
Without their norms and heritage, reborn!
My whores in need of short term fame.
Plowing through heritage with words.
Logic and reason removed from ether.
False prophets take the speaker's stand.
In name of progress and futile fodder. Genocide by a stroke of a pen.
On demographic barren wastelands, I raise a toast to this world.
Dance my puppets! Dance!
Нам всем голова, от жизни дана, И ложным уставом, на смерть обречена.
A если вперед, Вас смрад позовёт.
С пустой головой, Шагает сброд на свой убой.