All this torment is no jest —
It's the beasts that set the stage.
Like a parasite, they feast,
Draining life with silent rage.

Like a nuclear inferno,
Evil chokes the Earth in chains.
Monstrous rulers reign in sorrow,
Turning crowds to mindless brains.

Lies, like poison, slowly creeping,
Rotting souls with every breath—
Masks of silence, downward sweeping,
Drag them to the pit of death.

Torn from reason, bound and broken,
Falling fast like soulless sheep.
Tyrants—madness now outspoken—
Know their rule will never keep.

For the End is swiftly nearing,
Bringing doom upon their scheme.
Chaos strikes—a fate unyielding—
Crushing lies, decay, and dreams.

Only terror breaks the spell—
No other way to see.
Drown in madness, face the hell,
To purge the rot and be set free.

Gangrene of betrayal
Spreads deep in the vein—
The youth, poisoned fatal,
And fascists remain.

We won’t see the looming beast—
Slavery, lies—too slick to grasp.
Fear will choke our thoughts at least,
Ruled by fiends—Hell’s poisoned dust.

On the Great Path I stride alone,
Losing all—it's the price to be shown.
Only then, through the cost and the pain,
Can you rise from the Depths once again.

Nonsense, fear—the dust of time,
Prayers won’t save you, not divine,
If you bow and drift along,
Letting rot consume the throng.