What the [bad word] is this, what happened with the world?
Strange holies wandering far from their home and fold.
They looking through the mind, the mind of mads,
They abandon the signs, the signs of Death.

Our Mad Gone World can be quickly lost forever.
Now the borders of reality more fainter then ever.
Where is our tomrrow, where is our yesterday?
Indeed the life is really the game we stoped to play?

The grand and splendid game with the tragedies and nightmares,
And we are only players who following the fighters,
The warriors of Chaos, selected from the strongest.
They're difficult to stop, their crash can be the longest,

Unconquirable slaves, and Lucifer - their Dad,
The blood is their wine, and bleeding flesh - their brad.
They spinning in wild dance, devouring the Life,
Their methods cut the souls, similary the knife.

But now we there, we're often follow
The signs of damned, to the hollow
We are entangling in dispositions,
And hollow is our suspitions.
All we are damned by [bad word] past,
Dirty reality, [bad word] trust
Cause our monarches are in conformity
With Damned Hollies Fraternity.

What happened, what the [bad word]  What [bad word] we smelling in?
Our world will maybe perish, but new life will begins.
But which will be our life in future - fall or rise ?
It's [bad word] course or all we shell be sacrifice

Of our yesterday, of suicide machine,
And past life will be sacked by scornful dirty skins,
Our souls will be saled to Gloom by haughty monks,
And our bodies will decay, we'll lose the hope to reborn...

Lyrics (c) 1993 by Alex Carcass