[1st Verse]
Curse your name monarch
We don't need your crown
Too much pain for us
Time to take you down
Lit by brand new vision
We will pave our way
Drop your fraud religion
And your saints so lame
 [bad word] 
The desolate waste
The triumph of poor
Unending chase
For future obscure [bad word] on, now, now, now!

[2nd Verse]
Now we are together
We will free our hate
Put this land in terror
Destroy all you made
Red [bad word] to manage
What you White failed
All gentry is banished
Torn and unveiled

[2nd [bad word] 
The desolate waste
(The triumph of poor)
Unending chase
(For future obscure)
The desolate waste
(The symptoms of plague)
We march in disgrace
To future so vague

[Live [bad word] 
The desolate waste
The symptoms of plague
We march in disgrace
To future so vague