o the threshold of the notion
They sing their hate, suffer their pain
Misappropriated tortuous years, uncontrolled

Bleed inheritance of hunger and ambition
Conditioned the human action
Autumn is dry and rain is tired

Be born, hold a delirium
Live, is under a bias right?

Good herd has awakened from his sleep
Seeking justice because they are lost
It is the helplessness and disappointment
The most distorted and dissonant shock

Be born hold a delirium
Live, is under a bias right?

Riots leave helpless in the twilight
The moment of truth comes
The wind verse whispers of death
Helpless giants lose the control.

Miseries, sentence, in vein progress
Justified under the common good
The misery that is far from naive
The race this world filthy neglect