When the scaffolds drown in blood

And the executioners' blades have turned blunt

When the last spine has been crushed

That what shall not be meets eradication

With the sweet taste of foreign blood on their lips

The frail delusion of victory before their eyes

Dead are equal, silent and cold

And the mass graves know no difference

When paranoia and terror tighten the stranglehold

Malevolencе, treason and discord command the day

Dead arе equal, silent and cold

And the feasting maggots know no difference

Equal, silent, cold

Equal, silent, cold

Behold the height of the obelisk

An overawing memorial

As Gaia slowly chokes

On the sheer mass of death

We erect pillar after pillar

Accusing the very gods

The ones who left

The ones who abandoned

The ones who betrayed

The ones who died

And no holiness was found

Amongst the ruins

When the last curse has been uttered

And the prophets remain silent

There are no more words left at all

Mankind does as mankind has always done

Driven beyond reason

Further down the abyss

The grin of skulls

Shall be our welcome

The dead know no difference

But what they knew in their life is

Bellum omnium

Contra omnes