My heaven could be your hell Waves of black fuel bring destruction Legions of lead soldiers wage war Against the orphans' nation Satiated apostles of the wrong trade organisation are Sharing the last meal Crumbs of globalisation should feed The armless fighters from the twilight (borders are engraved) Call me number My projecting eyes have only one desire, the ruin Of all these concepts and despots That make us fighters of the life sickness ----illusion--- This so Controversial hate has become The vital drink of my sorrow and our inheritance will Never forgive their trespa**es Call us numbers........... Waves of domination build opposition