They in dozens march with torched antennae
Towards a lost horizon they march; they march
Tumbling and fumbling they march; they march
March do they towards northern sunsets;
To break the society gates; they march their way….

And no one knew and no one cared
But in circles they marched since forever they dared
And no one were scared and no one were spared
As they marched to the heaven on golden stairs they laid

Somewhere there's a soldier sleepin' in the fields
Who lost his friends; who lost his foes
Whose dead souls ring his chimes and ring his rhymes
Them who pour an ounce of melancholy in our vows
Also squirt on our skin them broken chords many a times….

And never you retreat; our time will come
For we are the flood; we are the tremor
We'll hurt them stones and bend them bones
For they wont let us be; let us be
We'll blow them storms; **** their charms
For they have launched a sick parade
And lost their heart with a clumsy façade
We wont leave them no bubble to breathe
We'll go on n on marching without a sheath
Until we break them; the society gates….