Look upon this filthful world
Besmirched to sullied trash
Heavens are swarmed with poisonous smoke

Rivers are soured with chemicals

The earth in oxidation

Our technical progress is self-annihilation

Evil grown in our souls

Betrayal and hatred preside over those
Corruptions steeped in our blood
Mankind is like a gay-parade


Remember
The freedom of flesh and wit is splendour of our seed

Rotten corpse on wooden cross is sign of feeble spirit

Christ is pawn in game of rat-men

The power of artful, money for poor
Undone the great and sacred sun-men
Turn the man from path of Gods (to road of muckworms)

Weakness leads to self-denial,
Thirst for comfort leads to (soul)-mire
There's no joy in wealth of purse, there is in wealthy soul

But now it's worn like sieve of gilded-maddened doll

[Chorus:]

Wisdom of ancients in our blood
Rise from the ashes, heavens' light in our eyes
Sword of truth, seize in hand

Let people's embers will be rend
Get wiser for our glorious Rod
Get stronger for the sake of loved

Get brighter in the name of brood
Be real, opened the conscience's route


Men consumes ourselves inside
Swallowing the all around
This anecdote we'll stop by bomb

Our want to die -- salvation's gone!

But I believe there is a Love

She rules this world, she's higher Gods
Mankind is not yet spawn of evil
We'll save ourselves if we're revering


Gift of life, divinity's sigh
Our souls and paths from kingdom of skies

Beautiful bodies for endowment of love

Children of Earth, Ye fuel of Her hearth

We must take care Her not sparing our hearts

[Chorus]


Hail the Light!


You saw the loathing of the present
Your gaze's turned from fumes-mankind
Progress completed in regresses

This is horrid matricide

Remember

Woe to nation, whose children die not on forefathers' land
And not recall their customs, craving life like other ants


The curse of lapse lied upon hands
Divine-bred we fell of plants side of worse
Unleashed the wars for painted timbers and dried corpse


Tend thy land and folk
Be their loyal guards and hawks


Mother-heart is your pure thread
Love your family and friends

Hate your rivals for the pain
Praise and raise your inmost flame
Ring of life bleeds from your sins
You'll be in it, but you can slit
Be the Theos of perfection

Mend this world for resurrection

Do you want to be the God?

[Chorus]


Get wiser for our glorious Rod
Get stronger for the sake of love!