Belie! To your will my queen. I bend your mercy
Oh busy worker don't weaken. Swarm! Sweet harm
Sing a song of fortune and brave it
So march you followers. All over the place!
With no regret! Watch out for the siren to resound!
Look around. Cause this is the place we're all gonna fall
They stand so tall on the tribune. Nicely dressed, but grey skin
We scream: "Our clothes are careworn and blood-soaked."
But no one cares in this profit-draining generation!
All applaud and say: "Well done!"
Take my blood and carry it to the world. Just surrender!