Tep morsum le ila korpsum.
Ashes to ashes,
detonation into corpses.

Rebel en legion,
savor to each cranium,
delicate as a fine wine,
yet shall us be blackened.

Legion en acid,
rebel en sympathic.
Freed the souls,
yet armies took them back.

Clouds for clouds,
each foxglove mattered.
Deceptions to be deceptions,
shall each eyes peak.

Whistle whistle,
newspaper for towns!
March for the mourn,
em' do as trumpets blow:
Soul soil.

Reaper grims,
soul queue stacks.
Clank! Burst!
Move forward,
shall a man protect us.

Scream,
hammers to craniums,
each organs weren't sold,
yet each lives be taken in joy.

Amendment et cease,
clouds bright,
peonies for each skull,
their blood bloom.

Fed korpsum le ila bluumus.
For each craniums,
let the seed be fed.

Fed korpsum? Ne.
Sim korpsum yaai rirget.
See the corpse,
see regret.
For each blooming in their craniums, let them rest.
Let towns be watered.

None for us to mourn,
for them shall they be enskyed. Morally, for us shall be shaking hands.