Any era starts at a world's end Night pulls all perception The earth rumbles, men falter Then the veil lifts and filth appears, as a foreigner This Plague, that man relents to create each day Rises again and destroys every piece of this soul Overhanging each aura, along the earth, tought to kill Rotting soil awaits our capitulation, A return to this spiritual creaction-osmisis Brandish your weapon face the mirror And start contemplating the criminal Feed the soil as it should be done With blood, flesh and juicy organs