Born among the feuds, veiled in every word 
Maintained by cult, eternal rite of deceptive kind 
Victorious royal breed, severe establishment 
Who trades entire nations for a gold 
Divide majority, to reave minority 
They dredge the [bad word] on poverty 
Never to satisfy, never to have enough 
Until the savaged throng persists no more 

Torn, divided world, endures iniquity, again, 
To bloom despite the pain 
To rise once more, in blood, in the same old shape 

Now, behold! 
Between us both another jar is sown 
Dissension grows till the primer blows 
So hard [bad word]  who pulls all the strings 
When [bad word] suddenly straight from the back 
Divide and conquer all, upon the quarreled mob 
Their hands go down to take each golden [bad word] 
Divide majority, to reave minority 
Until collected wealth exists no more 

Torn, divided world, endures iniquity, again, 
To bloom despite the pain 
To rise once more, in blood, in the same old shape