The darkest hour is the time when we all get together,
dancing and singing, laughing and crying;
until one man starts dying.
"Disgusting!" says the weak man, "Horrifying!" said the next;
Don't they know that they too are next?

Corpses and blood are everywhere;
just another night, for a bunch of millionaires.
in order to make it, you need to be strong;
for prayers are not allowed here.
praying is for the cattle, the sheep;
and we are above those who are asleep.