That was a hazy chilly morning at the end of fall
They surrounded his asylum, this time he was alone
The howl of sirens proclaims their glorious victory

They took his pride, they need his life
And what they want, they always get,
Got used to daunt. He rots in bed
He’s maimed with scars, he thirsts and starves
He’s sick and tired of pallid stars being uninspired

It drizzled down on them from the gray sky
“It’s gasoline!”
And there he is, staggering out of house
Fire flows from his eyes
He smiled at them, it was his last turn…
Burn, [bad word]  burn!

Burn, Burn, Burn… Burn!
What a luck to be alone
No need to hide [bad word] You have won, now have some fun

You wanna get me?
You wanna reach me?
So here I am
We’re on a pitch, [bad word] Start!

Your death will break
Her will, her heart
Another owns your wife in your big house
Dead boyfriend [bad word] 
Scums!

Your kid asks where his dad is. He’s dead now

Wow!
You can feel pain too!
And even you sometimes die
An eye for an eye
An eye for an eye

Flaming torches yell [bad word] Burn, burn, one by one
Smoking bodies smoking cute [bad word] to the barbecue

Brigantia bares her feeding breast
Blaze strokes me, devours the rest

Brought to bay, deprived of chances
Slain, insane, engaged to vengeance
Burn your oppressors down
You favorites of the sun

Taking causalities
Don’t think about who loses, who wins
Keep striking, stand and fight
An eye for an eye

And let the whole world be blind
And let the whole world be blind