into the realms of hate
into the realms of war
no we´re not dreaming
now try [bad word] away
as fast as you can
outside these grounds of [bad word] 
a burning world consumes
the flames are everywhere
their eyes full of pain
once fiction was our dream
now fiction is our [bad word] 
we shaped our glorious end
as [bad word] crashing down
no more screams are heard
no we´re not dreaming
everything here has changed
everything is destroyed
the fiction [bad word] [bad word] 
wish there was a reason to stop this madness
you go keep tasting your own decadence
bloody times, no one can talk
a glorious suicide to end up alone
nobody escapes what we´ve done
in this bloody wasted place
and certain things remain untold
deep in ourselves a twisted soul
and that´s the shape of things [bad word] 
we try to change it but it´s too late
now we´re just living to annihilate
and that´s the shape of things [bad word]