They poured out from the ceiling of fear

Poisonous dull strings paralyzing everyone

Prepare for battle load your guns with screams

Barren soils perish under our dancing feet

What a game

Smirlajokae

What a game

Fully grown syllogistic arms

Coming from sick imaginations

They hunt humans leaving no one alive

The face of freedom scorched in forgotten dreams

What a game

Smirlajokae

What a game

What a game

Smirlajokae

What a game