Now the world is fed with anger
 You move your pawns for your war
 You pretend to be the new avenger
 Everybody wants you like the new star
 But there is one thing you forget
 The core is not dead, not yet
 You claim to be the hand of God
 But alone, facing yourself inside you realise
 You are the

 [bad word] of the Gods

 They [bad word] the star you are
 They thank you for sending their sons to war
 They drink you morality
 They sork the words you say, docilely
 Rains purify the earth
 But not your soul soiled at birth
 The [bad word] of the universe
 Is not your problem, you're cursed

 Man unsound, king uncrowned I'm hass gezeugt
 Und erzogen, you're torn alive, taking refuge
 In faith, hands covered with blood

 Man unsound, king uncrowned, roi
 Plagiaire enivre de sang
 You're torn alive... Taking refuge
 In faith, hands covered with blood

 You're born to dominate, to hate
 And decimate while we're born to
 Create and [bad word] our fate
 Watch human decadence... Falling
 Fake democracy...
 All Liberties dying democadencia

 Democadencia -
 Resist to the final shock

 Democadencia -
 We'll never give a [bad word]